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 has worn them really about the same, and both that morning equally lay. In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the frist 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- took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost (If you see something here that was created by you or someone you know please give credit where credit is due. Unfortunetly I cannot remember who made what. Thank you for looking)