And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And stared down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth,
Then took the other, as just as fair,
Though 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 that 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 chose the road less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
