The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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, 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 traveled by,

And That has made All The Difference.