The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost, 1874-1963
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And looked down one as far as I could
And be one traveler, long I stood
Then took the other, as just as fair,
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
And having perhaps the better claim,
Though as for that the passing there
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
And that has made all the difference.
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
HOPE y'all have an awesomely blessed SONday!