The road not taken

Yipeeeee! This is my first article on the prose and poetry section and am launching it with my favourite poem "The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

This poem is very magnificent, Read it below:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,A

nd 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—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

The poem is beautiful, giving a sense of choice when faced with a herculean task ahead. I can relate to it and I am sure everyone can.