The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other 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 then 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 onto way
I doubted if I should ever be 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 travelled by
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost.
