on that one cannot change further down the road of life. The first two lines of his poem are "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both" (Frost 815). In the first two lines, Robert is standing at the crossroads of life; he wishes that he could go both ways, but in life, you must choose one. He looked down both roads as far as he could see. He wanted to see where the roads led to. One of the roads was well-traveled, the common road that most people take in life, and the other road looked
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