The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stod

 

And looked down one as far I as could

To where it bent in the underground;

 

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 onto 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, 1874 - 1963

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