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.

The road not taken is the road I took.

Only because it was grassy and wanted wear- and it was less travelled by.

Though this road followed with criticism and judgement,

the chaste heart, the warmth have lightened the way all along.

...

Though it made travellers turn back for

the first one has perhaps the better claim,

I, being faithful to myself, took the road less travelled

And that has made all the differences. :)