Two Roads

Written by Robert Frost on January 1, 1916
Arranged by Beach Sloth on February 18, 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