The Road not Taken

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

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.​ ​

Robert Frost​

This well-known poem speaks to many people about choices we make in our lives.​ ​

Please read this poem and note down short answers to the following questions.