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.

By Robert Frost (c 1918)