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