Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iā€”
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Steve
Stephen has a degree in business with a focus on management and communications and has also studied financial planning. An experienced writer he trained with an award winning journalist and also gained experience as a photojournalist at a young age. With more than 25 years working in a variety of small and large businesses he has travelled extensively throughout Australia and has a broad range of knowledge in a variety of areas. ā€œI pride myself on my ability to think through a situation and see it from multiple angles.ā€ Stephen is a keen observer of the human condition and of society at large.

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