The Road Not Taken

Today, I felt like posting one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost. My uncle gave me his book for my Birthday once, and told me to check out this poem. I have been reading a lot of him lately, and this one keeps sticking out. Anyway, I though I would share. This weekend I believe I will post a more personal blog and hope all is well wherever you find yourself on this planet or elsewhere.

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
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.