Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be
Somewhere ages and ages
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
By Robert Frost
Formated By Reyes D. -Cruz