The Road Not Taken RobertFrost

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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 undergrown
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，
IdoubtedifIshouldeven comeback.
    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