The Road Not Taken

So I haven't made it to bed yet, I walked in there to get a paper or something and remembered that all of the stuff that I brought up from the living room was so convinently tossed on my bed, so in order to go to bed I have to clean that off.

So I have just been searching around looking at diarys and I came across one that reminded me of one of my favorite poems. It is "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. I haven't read the poem in so long that I made it my mission to find the poem. Of course my starting point was google.com.

Here is the poem:

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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.

Isn't it just so beautiful.