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 I could
To where is bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Those as for 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 marked the first for another day!
yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if i should ever come back.
I shall 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 had made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
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