THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel both
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN - BY ROBERT FROST
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And be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth
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Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear
The speaker, walking through a forest whose leaves have turned yellow in autumn, comes to a fork in the road.
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Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,
The speaker, regretting that he is unable to travel by both roads stands at the fork in the road for a long time and tries to see where one of the paths leads.
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In this poem, a man came to a place where he had to make a choice between two roads.
Judging it to be just as good a choice as the first, and supposing that it may even be the better option of the two, since it is grassy and looks less worn than the other path.
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Though, now that the speaker has actually walked on the second road, he thinks that in reality the two roads must have been more or less equally worn-in.
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