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 far as I could

To where it bent in

the undergrowth.

Then took the other 

as just as fair. 

And having perhaps 

the better claims. 

 Because it was 

grassy and wanted wear.