Nichole Marie

Posted 15 Years Ago

The Road Not Taken
By
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in the yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far 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 the morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how ways 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 differences.