I do look back and wonder

At when the road diverged in a late springtime wood

I retraced my steps thinking that old way led to better.

Here I am in yellowing leaves, surely this was but one way

At the time, my heart said the only one was back waiting

In truest regard, willfulness had set already set his path

Off track, though I believed, surely what was promised

Was simply around this obstructed view or after that broken bend

Until one day, I knew that road beyond and all too well—

Entirely the same—so I changed direction, and entirely grateful;

Indeed, 'I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.'