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 undergrowth;
Then 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 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 has made all the difference.
the road not taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
Sorry I can't travel at the same time
Be a traveler, I stand long
do my best to look down at one
to where it bends in the bushes;
Then take another, equally fair,
maybe there is a better claim
Because it is full of grass and wants to wear it,
Although as for the passing there
It's really similar to wearing it.
Both were lying down that morning
Among the leaves, no step steps through the blackness.
Oh I saved the first one for a day!
but know how the road leads to the road
I doubt if I should come back.
i'll say it with a sigh
So it has been circulating for a long time somewhere:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I picked one off the beaten track,
This makes all the difference.