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
As I stood
And looked down one as
Far as I could
To where it bent in the
Undergrowth;

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 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 ones less
Traveled by,
And that has made all the
Difference.