Two roads diverged in a yellow wood 

And sorry I could not travel both 

And be one traveler, long as 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 onto 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. 
 

- Robert Frost
"The Road Not Taken". 

Photo by Mary Wilson