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 By Robert Frost

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