What happened on the crossroads... Four roads diverged in front of me, And sorry I could not travel all So as a traveller, long I stood And looked down to one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; But I took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and free of 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: Four roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference! . ..My version of the poem by Robert Frost.