THE ROAD NOT TAKEN - by Robert Frost

 

THE  ROAD  NOT  TAKEN  by Robert Frost  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.