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

Then took the other, as just as fair,

 And giving 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