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 a I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just 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 out the same,
And both that 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 doughted 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.
Author Notes: By: Robert Frost