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 currently have Covid and I lost my sense of taste and smell yesterday and I found myself thinking, "Well, at least I'm alive." 
Then I thought about why I felt that it was a good thing that covid hasn't taken me and probably won't (I'm vaxxed and feeling much better), and in my head I told myself "Well, I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." 

I have so many people who depend on me financially and emotionally. I have to keep going.