The Road Not Taken

Two road diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both,
And be one traveller, 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 prehaps 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 other for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I would 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 road less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost