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 …showed first 75 words of 976 total…

…showed last 75 words of 976 total…shows remorse for his actions; he specially states that he is sorry he never had the chance to travel the other road (referring to the road that was well maintained and not sprouting weeds), and reflects with a sigh of apparent regret that taking the grassy path has changed his life forever. The most positive outcome I can conjure is that he escaped the ugly wrath of the wolf and lived to tell about it.