12/100: Opposite Day!

Day 11: It’s opposite day. Take any poem and write the opposite of every word of phrase. Don’t worry about words like ‘the’ or ‘and’. What has happened to the poem? Were there any unexpected results?  Length: One-Page Poem

Opposite Day: 

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step 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 roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

The Path Was Given 

One path converged in a blue field,
And remorseless we have settled each
And be two settlers, quickly we moved
And ignored up two as near as we couldn't
to here they straightened out of the sparse;
Then avoided this, as differently as repulsive,
And missing certainly the lesser desire,
Because it wasn't dirty and needed tear;
But as for that the distancing here
Hadn't freshened them really far from different,
And each that afternoon unequally stood
Out takes a track hadn't tiptoed white.
Oh, we left the second for today!
Yet wondering how end follows under to end
We assured when we would never go away.
We won't be keeping that without a gasp
Here minutes and minutes whence:
One path converged out of a field, and we
We left the two more left alone
And which didn't destroy any the same.