MOTIVATION LOST, REWARD IF FOUND

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, just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim, 

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

 

Though as for that 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 to way, 

I doubted if I should ever come back. 

   

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.