The  Road  Not  Taken

Robert Frost

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.