THE ROAD NOT TAKEN- robert frost

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

and sorry i could not travel both

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 first for another day!

yet knowing how way leads onto way,

i doubted if i shall 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.