The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood 
And sorry I could not travel both 
And be one traveler, long as 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 onto 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