Thursday, May 22, 2008
The Road Not Taken - By Robert FrostTwo Roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I couldn't travel bothAnd be one traveller, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that, the passing thereHad worn them really about the same.And both that morning had equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black. Oh! I marked the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads onto wayI doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood and I,I took the one less traveled by,And that made all the difference.
