two piers diverged
Two piers diverged in a bluegreen gulf
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it stopped in the dock;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was unbirdpoopy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
in moss no feet 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 piers diverged in a blue green gulf, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference
heavily adapted from Robert Frost