KP paraphrases a bit, so here is the original poem in its entirety.
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.
The traveler came to a fork in the road. He carefully considered his options and made his choice. Later when he looks back on the decision with a sigh of either contentment or regret, it's unclear which, he realizes that his choice shaped the rest of his life. That's very cool Robert Frost.
I have a soft spot in my heart for The Road Not Taken after having to memorize it in school. I think it was the second poem I ever memorized. The first, of course, being the Herb Herbstein classic,
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