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, 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 marked 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