The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a Yellow wood,
And sorry i could not travel both,
And be on traveler, long i stood.
And i 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.
