2024-12-22 04:54:31 THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel two. And be one traveler, 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 there, And having perhaps the better fair, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same tear, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden clay. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads to the way, I ever doubted if I should go astray. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence lie: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And there all the difference recide. Let us be the ones who does it right.