THE ROAD NOT TAKEN.....

THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED
          BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
      And sorry I could not travel both
       And be one traveller, 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