Through The Woods

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 b claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Has 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

Someone ages and ages hence:

The two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.