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.