Robert frost
Two roads diverged in yellow wood and sorry
.I could not travel both and be done traveller long . I stood and looked down one as paras I could to where it bent in the and overgrowth
. Then took the the other ,as just as fair and having perhaps the better claim . Because it was and wanted wear tough as far that the passing there had worn them really about the same and both that morning equally lay in leaves no stop had trodden black.
Oh! I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way lead on the way.
I doubted if. I shall be telling this with a Singh.
Somewhere ages and ages hence :
Two roads diverged Ina wood ,
And. I took the one less travelld by and that has made all the difference