All the difference in the world.

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.

This poem was written by Robert Frost. Taken from his collection named Mountain Interval. The poem's name is : The road not taken. Actually I read the last three lines on Pogo's blog and couldn't resist the temptation of posting the complete poem here. Robert Frost has written some of the greatest poems I have ever read ( strictly personal opinion ) which includes Stopping by the… which is commonly liked by many people. Another poem of great substance is Mending Wall. Man I still remember the intense discussion that went on in the school's english class after this poem was read.

Just read the last three lines, that makes all the difference.

Your friend,
silentEcho