The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost

A poetry masterpiece

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