Two paths
Two paths diverged
An age ago I became the traveler
And like the road I too wanted wear
The grass trodden down prior to my wandering
Trodden by leaves some time before
These leaves, though decayed withstood,
But the fairest weather and nothing more
And I the traveler of the road
Much like the grass
Well-
The difference has been made
By wanting the wear
And worn, and worn, I shall be
And I celebrate the road diverged