The Road Not Taken

This is my most favorite poem. I don't know why I'm posting it on Facebook. There is a lot of truth in this poem. Much like the Christian life, we walk the narrow road, the road not taken by most. But it has made all the difference on our journey, because along the way we meet others who have taken this less traveled road and walk with each other.

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.