The Road Not Taken

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.               

(Robert frost)