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 marked 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.


I like this poem because it has a very important moral to it which is that life is like a road.No matter what way you choose it is a critical decision that should not be taken lightly.The two roads diverging in this poem represents just one of many decisions to be made in a lifetime.Sometimes we come to what is called a "fork" where the individual has to decide on a decision that would be best for them.