The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
And so sorry that I could not travel both and be one traveler
Long I stood and looked down on 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;
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 sign 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.