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 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 road less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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I memorized this poem when I was in Jr. High...and for some reason it has been running through my head rather incessantly lately.

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood."

"Long I stood..."

"Two roads...."

Sometimes I will just hear it for hours. It's a lovely poem, but when you are trying to figure out what it all means in your life...it gets a little old.

But I still love this poem...very much.

And there will always be two roads....