THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Poem by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And being 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 know how way leads on to way,

I doubted I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that made all the difference.

Wishing you all JOY in the beauty of this day. 

 PSALM 92:4 You made me find joy in what you have done, O Lord. 

I will sing joyfully about the works of your hands.