The road not taken - Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow woodAnd sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth Then took the other, as just as fairAnd having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wear,Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally layIn leaves..