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.
In life's great journey, choices abound,
With paths diverging on this sacred ground,
Each step we take, a new story unfurls,
In a world where we craft our own destinies,
Shaping our future, like artisans.
But choices, they linger, they haunt and they cheer,
A road taken, a moment to hold dear,
For life's full of choices, each one a delight,
As we journey through life, in the soft golden light,
Diverging and merging, like rivers that flow.
So remember the woods, the roads less traveled by,
Where the choices you made reached up to the sky,
Each path you've ventured, a tale to behold,
In the mosaic of life, both silver and gold,
And cherish the difference they've made.
For in the end, as time marches on,
We'll look back on the roads, on the choices we've drawn,
With a sigh or a smile, we'll remember the day,
When we took the path that led us astray,
And it made all the difference.