PRESENTATION OUTLINE
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;
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.
