Robert Frost: 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.

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.

p/s:
studied tis poem during SPM time...
hate such poem a lot las time cos we ned memorize all its details...
but nw...
tis poem reali suit my feeling...
i'm d 1 standing at d diverged road...
which way shd i go???
which road shd i tk???
wen can i gt d ans???
y we ned 2 make choices???
it may change our life in either gd o bad way...
hope d choice i make til las is GOOD 4 my future...