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