On travelling upon a fork in the road, in a forest in autumn, the poet desired to stroll through both paths.
However, knowing that he as one person could not travel on both, he stood and thought long and hard about which one he should take and observed one road, till it bent in the undergrowth.
However,the passing at which the decision had to be made had been worn out by many.
Finally, he took the other one- just as good as the first, but perhaps more promising as it was still grassy and unspoilt.
Even though both roads lay equally, with none of them being walked on that day, the poet preferred the second one and left the first for another day. Yet, knowing how one path leads to another, the poet doubted whether he would ever come back .
The poet anticipates that he will be saying this many years later, with a sigh that when two two roads diverged in a wood, he took the one less travelled by, and that (made all the difference/ shaped his life forever).