Number one, or…
Two urinals divided in a yellow bathroom,
And sorry I could not pee in both
And be one urinator, long I stood
And looked at one perhaps longer than I should
Because by that point I really had to go;
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 pissing 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 ‘coffee in’ leads to ‘coffee out’,
I doubted if it should be long before I would be coming back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
To someone to someone who has no interest:
Two urinals divided by a piece of wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made absolutely no difference
…NOT Robert Frost
