Life is a continuous journey of roads and each person has to create their own map to travel through them.
             Frost says "And sorry I could not travel both..." because making a decision is difficult since it is impossible not to wonder about the opportunity cost, what will be missed out on. There is a strong sense of regret before the choice is even made and it lies in the knowledge that in one lifetime as to traveling down every path is impossible. In an attempt to make a decision, the traveler "looks down one as far as I could".
             He chooses the other road as he thinks it "having perhaps the better claim" because "it was grassy and wanted wear." It was something that was obviously not for everyone because it seemed that the majority of people took the other path therefore he calls it "the road less traveled by".
             After a wistful look down the road he won't take, he sets out on the road, of course keeping the first for another day. "Yet," he says, "knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted that I'd ever be back." What a poignant line! Hasn't anyone felt this? I have. My list of roads not taken is long.
             At various stages in my childhood, I wanted someday to own a ranch and raise horses, to make mystery movies like Alfred Hitchcock's series, to play professional sports (soccer or basketball depending on the season), and to become a long-distance trucker (something I considered--still do--the present-day equivalent of the Old West cattle drover).
             "I shall be telling this with a sigh," says Frost, "somewhere ages and ages hence." I, too, sigh at times, like when I watch an emergency room doctor at work, or when I see a really good suspense film, or when I return home after visiting the mountains, or when I see a National Geographic special on Alaska, or when I pass an 18-wheeler on a long stretch of Interstate. I, too, wish I could have taken all those roads and been one traveler. But this is how life is, once yo
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