𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯- 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 one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.