Two roads diverged in a yellow 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, 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 was first introduced to Frost in Junior High School and he has been one of may favorite poets since that time. This is one of my fav poems as well. Perhaps I should have added it to my blog about paths? Up early this morning and enjoying your blog with my second cuppa.
The road less traveled is one of my favorite poems. Thanks for sharing it.
I think it makes us realize that we have always had options and we hope we took the right path.
One of my favorite poems in all the world. I think because I can relate to it so much. Enjoyed reading it again this morning.
Tabor, Darlene and Judy, thanks for your comments. Yes it is fitting for me at this time.
Thanks you for your online friendship.
I always liked this poem! gail
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