Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one travler, long I stood
And looked down one as long as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the othe, just as fair.
And having perhapess 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 equaly 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--
Took the one less travled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost