Road Less Traveled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood,
Looked down both as long as I could
Until it bent in the undergrowth

I took the other as just as fair
And perhaps having the better claim
For it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really quite 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 to way
I doubted I should ever go back

I shall be saying this with a sigh
For somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost