I ponder the axle of my truck br Invisible to the naked eye br In depths of mud and water stuck br And wait for the recovery truck br Trying valiantly not to cry br br I'll tell the driver, by and by br Sometime age and ages hence br Two roads diverged in a wood and I br Took the one less gravelled, sigh br That's what made the bloody differencebr br Martin O'Neillbr br