Two streets veered in a yellow wood,
What's more, sad I couldn't travel both
What's more, be one explorer, long I stood
What's more, looked down one to the extent I could
To where it twisted in the undergrowth;
At that point took alternate, as similarly as reasonable,
Furthermore, having maybe the better claim
Since it was verdant and needed wear,
Despite the fact that concerning that the going there
Had worn them extremely about the same,
What's more, both that morning similarly lay
In leaves no progression had trodden dark.
Gracious, I kept the first for one more day!
However knowing how path leads on to way
I questioned on the off chance that I should ever return.
I might tell this with a murmur
Some place ages and ages subsequently:
Two streets wandered in a wood, and I,
I took the one less went by,
Furthermore, that has had a significant effect.
Robert Ice