I have promises to keep

What would we do without the few good poets of the world, who wrote poems that stir our hearts and inspire our characters?

Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is one such poem. I was just unconsciously humming its last lines when I realized how many, many people has it inspired. How many have gone on to fulfill their promises, spurred by the simple strength of the message of these lines.

The poem are the words of a postman. The postman, once unaided by computer-enabled "logistic systems," was a symbol of dutifulness and character. And of course he brought those personal letters that many waited for to hear from their loved ones. He had to but go on, no matter what the weather. Here are the words to this famous poem:

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.

I dedicate these lines to those who wait for me to deliver my promises; you are my strength. Our world will, one day, be better. Seven years! Give it seven years!

I direct this as an answer to those who sap everyone's energy and expect them to fall so they may never fulfill a worthy promise. Envious, weak, energy-sapping black-holish ill wishers. You know who you are. My world is all the better without you!