.Two Roads.

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 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- 
I took the one less traveled by, 
And that has made all the difference.

.Robert Frost.