The Road Not Taken
By Robert Lee 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.
I fell in love with this poem the first time I read it in high school. I remember using it in a speech when I was a junior in high school. But, when I read it today it has a totally different meaning to me. It is amazing how our lives are made up of these defining moments. We must choose one road or the other. Not ever knowing for sure which is the right way or how things will turn out. My hope is that one day I will look back and know that I took the road less traveled and that it has made all the difference.
What are your defining moments?