Probably the best poem I’ve ever read. ...

Probably the best poem I’ve ever read.

Two homemade burritos diverged on a white plate,
And sorry I couldn’t save both
And be one eater, long I sat
And looked at one as long as I could
To where it looked too small to share the other

Then took the both, which I know is unfair,
And having perhaps the better claim(I made them!),
Because they were tasty and cheesy;
Though as for that second smaller one there
Had made them really about the same.

And both that evening equally lay
On plates no salsa had sullied red.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I knew I’d come back to it later on.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two homemade burritos diverged on a white plate, and I—
I took both of them,
And that has made all the difference.

With apologies to Mr. Robert Frost.