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.
So did he regret it or not?
HEY FROSTY
YOU WANT SOME SNOW
MAN
>>8764204
Yes, no matter what you do you will regret what you didn't do.
>>8764228
I'm sure that idea has been around longer than 150 years
>>8764204
i literally have the last verse tattooed on me
>so did he regret it or not
>tfw