Two roads diverged in a yellow line
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 a fair
And having perhaps a better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as far that the passinf there
Had worn them reall about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no stop had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on the way,
I doubted if I 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.