The Road Not Taken (By Robert Frost)

<p>TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, </p><p>

</p><p>And sorry I could not travel both </p><p>And be one traveler, long I stood </p><p>

</p><p>And looked down one as far as I could </p>To where it bent in the undergrowth;

<p></p><p>Then took the other, as just as fair, </p><p>

</p><p>And having perhaps the better claim, </p><p>

</p><p>Because it was grassy and wanted wear; </p><p></p><p>Though as for that the passing there </p><p></p>Had worn them really about the same, <p></p><p>And both that morning equally lay </p><p></p><p>In leaves no step had trodden black. </p><p>

</p><p>Oh, I kept the first for another day! </p><p>

</p><p>Yet knowing how way leads on to way, </p><p></p>I doubted if I should ever come back.<p></p><p>I shall be telling this with a sigh </p><p>

</p><p>Somewhere ages and ages hence: </p><p></p><p>Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— </p><p></p><p>I took the one less traveled by, </p>And that has made all the difference.