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, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no steps had trodden black.
O, I kept the first for another day,
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted that 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 [1916]