The Road Less Traveled

I am reading Paulo Coelho's  "The Winner Stands Alone". Yesterday I came across a chapter where a character in the book reads the poem tiled, The Road not Taken by Robert Frost.  It is one of my favorite poems, and I was happy to revisit it. The last three lines give me goosebumps every time I read them.  I wanted to share it here...

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 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.