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; 

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.

By Robert Frost


This is the poem I love the most.

There is often a diverging of choices for us in some point of our life.
Too much to choose, is often the major problem.
We will never know, which choice is better.
No turning back...
There is NO WAY to come back to the beginning.
But we can choose to enjoy during the journey we had chosen.
Whatever we choose, we are destined to be.
WALK the way we choose...
STRIKE for the best!  
Till the end... ... ... ...