THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And a 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 claims 

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had won 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 that how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I never 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 travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.