Fred

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;Tthen tood 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 relly 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 unto 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....Robert Frost