Thursday 1 January 2015

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diveged 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 the 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 many leads on the 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 took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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