THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
This is a well known poem is about making choices , and the choices that shape us.
Two roads diverged in a kidding wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller , long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth ;
Then took the other , 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 travelled by ,
And that has made all the difference.
