The bit of the poem seldom remembered:

“…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.”

Excerpted from “The Road Not Taken.” Emphasis added by me.

– Robert Frost

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