More poetry for poetry month

I choose this poem today not thinking I would choose it at all having just replaced it on my Facebook page thinking it didn't apply to my life the same way now - that I had started down my chosen path. But as 'way leads on to way' you find there are many paths and many forks in the road.
Today I was thinking hard about the reality of another, lesser-explored possibility in my life and I thought of this poem again. I am sentimental enough to appreciate the now hackneyed metaphor of the road less traveled and am affected by the simplicity of this poem and it's truth - it is gently encouraging for me.

The Road Not Taken - 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.