Some poetry

Never being a fan of poetry, I for some reason enjoyed Frost's poetry. The struggle he has with the idea of a divine being seems to be the same struggle so many of us have with our own faith. Frost really touched home for me. Life isn't always a bowl of cherries, we're going to hit sour ones, we're going to hit rotten ones, and don't forget the pits. The idea of perfecting one's self isn't always in our hands, or is it? Frost and I agree on that. I think I am now a fan of some poetry. Not all, but some!