The Road Not Taken

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.
~Robert Frost

I had to memorize that poem (and his 'Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Eve') when I was in 5th grade. It has stayed with me.

I have always wondered about "I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence:…" Was his sigh one of contentment or regret?

I too have always chosen the less traveled path. And for the most part, am content.