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; 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. 20


This is one of my favourite poems.
I am not doing a critical analysis of his intention...only what the words mean to me.

Very often, we are told that life's journey is full on winding and forked roads. We will come to a point when we are at crossroads and we have to make choices


The decisions taken will depend on a lot of factors..circumstances, preferences, and others...but we find ourselves rejoicing or regreting the things we do. But we should try to still be the captains of our own lives...and live by the choices we make.