The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged 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 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 hand trodden black.
Oh, I marked 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 traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~ This was a poem that I studied in Grade 9... still fresh in my mind ^^