Poem

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
   And sorry I could not travel both
   And be one traveler,long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the under growth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as far that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
   And both that morning equally lay
   in leaves no step had trdden black.

Oh I kept the fist for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
   I shall be telling this with a sigh
Some where ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
    I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

                              ~Robert Frost~