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 The Roads.US 

This poem has had many readers. It may have had many followers. The subject is the Roads. The title could be "The Other Road".
The thing missing from the poem is the destination, Or the destinations. We don't know if these roads go to the same place. We don't even know if they can go to the same place. We do know that the number of travelers and the type of transport wears one road much more. I assume that number of travelers is much greated because the road is easier. Most people will take this easier road because MOST people have taken this road. But then the author says "No, it just looks that way".

The Choice needs to be made. There really is very little difference. The author feels that one road, for some reason, has had less traffic; This road is 'the one less traveled by,'. He'll travel this road. The readers do not know which road is Right, Safe, Better, Easier, Wrong, Bad, Dangerous. But,
Taking this road has made the difference.
We all face a choice of Roads contantly. Most of us give it no thought. The author says,
"long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;"
Take the Time.
Because we will never know.

The Road Not Taken

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.