The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
The Road Not Taken

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; 5

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, 10

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. 15

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. 20

I don't know if you guys can understand this but today is my second time reading this poem by Robert Frost. The 1st reading was done way back during my secondary school day where my English teacher copied this to our class's blackboard for some discussion, and frankly at that time no one really understands its meaning, me neither. Today I saw this poem again in someone's blog, talking about their career and chosen path and what they end up with. Reading back somehow i kinda grasp the poem meaning now. 9 years back.. i have totally no idea wat the poem is trying to say.... perhaps we begin to think on when we get older?