A fish Can’t Climb Trees

Thought I was the giver and him, a taker,
Nah! is a keeper, a friend and of course a guardian.
What I got back is too precious,
His time and patience,
That I can never repay.
Standing by, holding tight and loving,
The one that I love the most.
The loved ones can give what they really can,
And it’s foolish to expect a fish to climb trees.

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST