The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, 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 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 the one Less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.