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.
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Though both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black,
I chose the path that seemed more fair.
Somewhere ages and ages hence,
I'll remember with fond suspense
The morning when I made my choice,
Between the two diverging roads,
And listened to my inner voice.
And that has made all the difference,
That road I chose so long ago.
Though sometimes I still wonder what
Might have been if I'd taken the other,
But this path led me where I am now.