The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost br br Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, br And sorry I could not travel both br And be one traveler, long I stood br And looked down one as far as I could br To where it bent in the undergrowth; br br Then took the other, as just as fair, br And having perhaps the better claim br Because it was grassy and wanted wear, br Though as for that the passing there br Had worn them really about the same, br br And both that morning equally lay br In leaves no step had trodden black. br Oh, I kept the first for another day! br Yet knowing how way leads on to way br I doubted if I should ever come back. br br I shall be telling this with a sigh br Somewhere ages and ages hence: br Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, br I took the one less traveled by, br And that has made all the difference.