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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;

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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,

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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.

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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.

by Robert Frost



A nice poem, hua! Robert Frost is a romantic poet with elegant and archaic word choices which makes his poem full of musics and illusions. He gets array of poems that enchants poetry buffs.

This poem is the most widely recognised among Robert Frost's. The poem is about "regret". The speaker is portrayed in the poem as who habitually wastes energy in regretting any choice made.

We, man-kind, always like to trace back to the time in our earlier years and blame ourselves for those blunders we made. But past is in the past, what's the point for us to regret something can never be altered? Stick to the moment you have now, and enjoy it!!! That's life.