Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
Two roads split deep in a dawn setting,
And sorry I could not travel both
Too bad I could only chose one now,
And be one traveler, long I stood
But one person, I keep on forgetting
And looked down one as far as I could
Looks of indecision, Gods are betting
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
On which path I choose, I don’t know how;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
Fair to walk on both, but life isn’t fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Equal consideration for both,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
The left was green, should I even care
Though as for that the passing there
That both roads engulfed by clarity’s air,
Had worn them really about the same,
Both roads will end in the undergrowth,
And both that morning equally lay
One day later, life’s choices still await,
In leaves no step had trodden black.
The dark March clouds still cover the sky.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Nature or nurture, the great debate
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
Still ponders our minds, as we live, then die
I doubted if I should ever come back.
The roads are curved, yet they stand so straight.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Current decision clouds future sigh,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Equally dark March clouds come each year
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I---
I took the one less traveled by,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And that has made this life much more clear.