The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
Ane be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To whee it bend in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as far,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Through 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 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.
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