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 is 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 road diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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Two roads split in a city jungle,
Sorry one could not continue to gamble.
One path only leaves to the strong that stands,
But does not mean the ones who left are weak.
The path chosen no longer here,
The ones who knew no longer near.
While one stood and think of leaving,
Some stays and think this is living.
Changing paths are not the easiest,
Though continuing the wrong path would be hardest.
The road not taken has not only one,
Another route still awaits to be walked by one.
One do not know if its the right decision,
But does not hesitate it is the conclusion.
For one to live happily ever after is not fiction,
Though it is one that is worth the risk for this option.