the road not taken

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

& sorry i could not travel both
& be one traveler, long i stood
& looked down one as far as i could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

then took the other, as just as fair
& having perhaps the better claim,
because it was grassy & wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

& 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, & i --

i took the one less traveled by,
& that has made all the difference.

robert frost