My Favorite Poem

I dunno what it is about this poem, but it has never left my mind, my soul or my heart since the first time it was explained to us by our literature teacher in school.

I'm just copying the whole poem (source: http://www.bartleby.com/104/67.html) because I can never have enough of this masterpiece... especially the final para.

The Road Not Taken - 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 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 marked 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.