The Road Not Taken 

       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. 

      - Robert Frost