"The Road Not Taken" by 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 see
     To where it bent in the undergrowth;

     The 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 to way,
     I doubted if I should ever come back.  

     I should be telling this with a sigh
     Somewhere 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.