Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry i could not travel both And be one traveller, 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 and the way, I doubt if i should ever came back.
I shall be telling this with a sign 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.