The Road Not Taken

                                         

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stodd

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!

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.