Robert Frost is cool

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 is 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I like to read it as a metaphor for being a Christian and entering through the narrow gate and all that stuff, that each choice and each time in life can be like being a traveller seeing two roads ahead. Taking the path that is grassy and wants wear, that not many people dare to commit to. That is what makes all the difference.