Dream High

Dream High

Friday, November 16, 2012

The Road Not Taken


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, just as fair, 
And having perhaps the better claim, 
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; 

Though as for that 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 to way, 
I doubted if I should ever come back. 
Somewhere ages and ages hence: 

Two roads diverged in a wood,
I took the one less traveled by, 
And that has made all the difference.

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