In the first stanza, the speaker comes to "two diverged in a yellow wood," he must decide which path to take. He sees that they "had worn about the same." This means that the roads are probably about the equal, but he is still worried that one holds something, that the other one doesn't. In the last stanza the speaker says with a sigh, "I picked the one less traveled by." we know they are the same, os we can infer that he is telling his story to someone later in his life, and is trying to make himself sound more brave and independent. Perhaps, this is how the speaker lives with it.
I tend to worry about a lot of things. Most are useless, and come when I am forced to make a decision. Even if both options are equally as good or bad, I always feel like by choosing one, I will lose out on something. This poem has shown me that it will be okay, and even if I chose the wrong thing I will have to live with it.
The poem:
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 marked 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.
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 marked 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.