The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

-: By Robert Frost :-


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I
could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled
by,
And that has made all the difference.