My Favourite Poem

The Road not taken – by ROBERT FROST
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 Icould
Towhere it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other,as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Beacause 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 .