The Road Not Taken [SSC4 Poetry Challenge]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, (yellow wood) And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood (long I stood) And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth (To where it bent in the undergrowth); Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, (yellow wood) And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood (long I stood) And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth (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 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. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, (yellow wood) And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood (long I stood) And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth (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,