the road not taken....

Two road diverged in a yellow wood

and sorry i could not travel both

and be one traveler, long i stood

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 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 one less traveled by,

and that has made all the difference.