The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood ,
And I 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 jsut as fair ,
And having perhaps the better claim ,
Because it was grasy and wanted wear ;
Though as for that the passing there
Had word 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 took the one less traveled by ,

And that has made all the diffrence .

Now I am in front of these diverged roads I am now worry that the road I choose will causes regret in my life but hope that the road that I choose is the best for me....