The Road Not Taken
By: Robert Frost
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.
When I fist read this, I was sitting in my English 12 class contemplating how in the world I was going to get through the poetry assignment. Lot's changed since then. I'm a little older and (hopefully) a little wiser. As another major chapter of my life come to an end, I thought it'd be only fitting to revisit this ever-so-relevant poem. With my university degree in hand, I'm a little closer to understanding the profoundness of these words. Just as Robert Frost, I can tell you with a sigh, I took the road less traveled by - and that has made all the difference.
I can't wait to see what else is in store for me.