The Road Not Taken.

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 under growth. 

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 rqually 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 it I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence: 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

A poem by Robert Frost.


I don't know how to write poetry this fluid and have it make sense. I want my writing to mean something and have significance. Just keep trying I guess!