Two
roads 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.
And took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps a 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 this 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 this with a sigh
Somewhere in ages hence
Two roads diverged in a woods, and I
I took the one less traveled by
And that's made all the difference
Robert Frost
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