The Road Not Taken

This is my favorite poem. It was written by Robert Frost in 1916. Maybe it will speak to you as it did to me when I first read it in Jr. Highschool, or maybe it won't. Maybe, if you even read it at all, it will leave as little trace on your psyche as the shadow of a butterfly would leave on your body. Either way, whether you enjoy it or not, here it is:

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 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 yellow wood,

and I -

I took the road less traveled by,

and that has made all the difference.