Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
I'm sorry I could not travel both
and be the 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—
And I...
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.