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The Road Not Taken

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

Robert Frost

+ I wonder where I could ever be now if I were not to choose this road at the last junction.
I guess I've taken the road that less traveled,
Though I've got hurt by the torn,
and fell to the unwelcome river,
yet it is still a satisfaction.
To get to travel to the path on our own way,
blazing my own trail,
and not going to the crowd as the path here is much clearer. +