Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood And S

Written by Robert Frost on January 1, 1916
Arranged by Nathan Marsh on February 23, 2013
Published in Issue 007

          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."