Another Poem (Not by me)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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

...Robert Frost


So, I'm doing another poem explanation/insight thing. This time it's by Robert Frost as you can probably see and I'm sure many of you are familiar with this poem. You've all probably seen it once or twice before in your lives, but in case you haven't this is a famous poem written by Robert Frost and tells about the two roads people can take in life. There's the really nice road and the one that most people take in life because it's easier to walk down. And then there's the other one. The one that is a bit harder and there's a lot more obstacles in the way. There's a traveler looking down both roads and is deciding which one to take. The traveler, Frost, is saying that he took the road less traveled and that made all the difference in his life. I assume that it was a good difference and not a bad one, but it is left up to the reader's insight as to what the outcome of the traveler is.