Robert Frost
             The Road Not Taken
                    Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one travellar, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassyand wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had then 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 you this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.