The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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 feet 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.

Thank you again for the reminder of all the wonderful times in high school, Ian!