The Road Not Taken

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
 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 travelled by
 And that has made all the difference