Head up!

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both,
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down 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 what 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.