The Dilemma - # 1

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

I wonder if I had to take, which one I should

A life of independence, respect and fame

Or one of mere dependency, selflessness and shame

One would bestow me with relations and bonds

I could be the weakest when I am expected to be strong

The other could put me on a lonely street

But with fairness and honesty I could retreat

A chance to experience the joy of love and care

or just have all infinities with no one to share

I could pick one if its gravity I'd understood

I stand and stare at two roads, diverging in a yellow wood.

PS : The prompt for this poem :
Continuing with the theme of firsts, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that has the same first line as another poem. You can use a favorite poem, pick up a random book of poetry and get a first line that way, or perhaps use one of the following:  Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? / She walks in beauty, like the night / Slowly, silently, now the moon /anyone lived in a pretty how town.

I have used the first line of one of my favorite poems The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.