THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
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,
Beacuse it was grassy and wanted wear;

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Somewhere ages and ages hence
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.