The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken


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.


Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as fot that the passing there.
and worn them really about the same


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no steps had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on the way
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this 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.