The Road Not Taken - 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 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 travelled by
And that has made all the difference.

So long its been!   I came across this one today after too many years.  How many ways are there to say I have always loved this?  

I'm sorry its so close to a couple of what I hesitate to call  my own poems.   I'm taking refuge in the fact that I still can't read my own stuff...

And yes rather surprisingly and nearing the end I think I can honestly soy I took the path less travelled by.

Blessings may you always find refuge in the words