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 marked the first for another day!

      yet knowing how way leads on the 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 travelled by,
      and that has made all the difference.

-- Robert Frost