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,

Through as far that the passing there

Had worn them really about the Same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden back.

Oh! I kept the other for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on the way,

I doubted if ever i should come back.

I shell be telling this with a sign

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –

I took the one less travelled by,

And that had made all the difference.