The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

and sorry i could not travel both

and looked down one as far as i could

to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the tother, as just as fair,

and having perhaps the better claim,

because it was grassy ans 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 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, and i took the one less traveled

and that has made all the difference

By: Robert Frost

I couse this poem because it was funny