POEM

THE ROAD NOT TAKENby Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler,
long I stoodAnd 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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.