THE                                              ROAD                                             NOT                                            TAKEN

by                                                                                                                                  robert                                                                                                                                   frost                                                                                                                                 
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
                                    Ofirst 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.