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; 5

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, 10

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. 15

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.


this poem is one of the poems in our form 4 literature. i love this poem cz it's really so meaningful. and now, i feel like this poem is my life. there were 2 roads in front of me, but i had to pick one road. which i did. i took my time to decide which road shall i follow, i made the pros and cons of each road.

i picked one road, the road not many would take.

both the roads looked good and tempting to me, but i chose one, and wondered if i will regret choosing this road, and maybe i might not return.

i took the road not many chose, i dunno if i will regret, but i have chosen it, and that'll be my path, my stepping stone!