__The Road Not Taken__

Two Roads diverge in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both,
And be a traveler, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could,
To where it bents in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps a better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear.
Though as for that the passing there
Had worm them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay,
In leaves no step had trodden black,
Oh, I keep 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 diverge in a yellow wood , and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I might not be able to opt for previous decision , but I will make all the coming decision