I've switched to sweats the last couple of days. More often shorts.
Two aisles diverged in a yellow sporting goods store,
And sorry I could not wear both pants
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked at one as far as I could
To where it ended in a cuff just above the sneakers;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was shorter pants that I wanted to wear;
Though as for that the passing there
I could have rocked them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay on shelves no grimy teen 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 pants diverged in a sporting goods store, and I—
I took the one less lengthy,
And that has made all the difference.