The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both, I stood a long while at that fork, And looked as far as I could down one road, Until it vanished deep in the woods. But I chose the other road, It was grassy and very quiet, And seemed more inviting and more beautiful; Though on this little path, Few travelers' footprints were left. That morning the fallen leaves covered the ground, Neither road had been soiled by footprints. Ah, I kept one road for another day! But I knew the path stretched on without end, And I feared I would hardly ever return. Perhaps many years later, somewhere, I will sigh softly and look back on it all: Two roads diverged in a wood— And I chose the one with fewer traces of people, And from then on that decided the road of my life.