Response 1

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 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.

Response 2

Two paths diverged in an autumn wood,
And sorry I could not journey both
And be one wanderer, long I stood
And gazed down one as far as I could
To where it curved in the undergrowth;

Then saw another, as equally fair,
And having perhaps the stronger claim,
Because it was verdant and needed wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them truly about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no foot had trodden black.
Oh, I saved the second for a future day!
Yet knowing how path leads on to path,
I questioned if I should ever come back.

I shall be sharing this with a sigh
Somewhere decades and decades hence:
Two paths diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one more traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.