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 look the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Thought as far that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equal lay
In leave no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yes knowing if I should ever come back,
I shall be telling this a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…
I took the one lee traveled by,
And that has made all the different.
by Paulo Coelho
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