The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel to both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To wear it bent in the undergrowth ;

Then looked the other, just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was crazy 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 will lead on the 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.