The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in 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 boubted 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.
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In this poem, a perplexity to choice a road to be taken and author's decision were described.
Through this work, I felt resignation and cheerful mood for his life. The decision which was done in the past would be never changed. However, he can believe in his past decision to make sense on his future life. Believing in his decision is good to
make himself consent to live happily. This attitude could make all the difference for him.