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 (1916)