a twenty-first century requirement

Saturday, November 26, 2005 @10:56 PM

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, just as fair, And Having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as tor 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 hense: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
--I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Ppl...plx comment on this... It was written by dis dude... Richard Frost... Got dis poem in lit class...hehehhe pretty kewl i must sae...