This poem will never get old to me, no matter how often I read it. For years these lyrics have resonated within and have been a constant reminder of the eternal journey ahead. As the mileage on me steadily increases with each year, I am witness to many beautiful events in my family and friends' lives. I long for the time when I'm no longer the traveler and I can put my feet up to rest. I will have my moment, I'm sure of it.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.