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.

by Robert Frost

Comments (18)

.....a sweet song for a sweet baby, sung in sweet manner.....
Always going to be one of my favorites. It has depth, rhyme and its message is lit!
Infant smiles are his own smiles; Heaven and earth to peace beguiles. Beautiful poem, so soft approach.
Mesmerizing....soothing like the dulcet breeze.. Infant smiles are his own smiles; Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.....these lines are awesome
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