Road Less Traveled By

Two roads diverged in a yellow woodAnd sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowthThen took the other as just as fairAnd having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wearThough as for that, the passing thereHad worn them really about the sameAnd both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden blackOh, I kept the first for another day!Yet, knowing how way leads onto wayI doubted if I should ever come backI shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages henceTwo roads diverged in a woodAnd I took the one less traveled byAnd that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost