The Road Not Taken
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 one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Lee Frost
Ok, third attempt at posting this poem - which seems to disappear within an hour of posting!!!
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful. He has such a way with words. I wish I was that articulate. I wish I could write poetically.
ReplyDeleteI did make some deep and meaningful comment last time, but I honestly can't remember what I said.
ReplyDeleteGood poem.