The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood,

I 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 marked the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads onto 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 road less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

 

 

 

 

This poem tells a great story.  It is motivating and a joy to read.

BBUDS BBUDS
18-21, F
2 Responses Feb 7, 2010

Just the imagery appeals and its so true, there r so many choices in this life, so many paths to choose from...,

This has always been one of my favorites also. Very inspiring