"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 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference."
- Robert Frost
I think that this poem is the two choices we can always take in life. We can choose to go on the easy and same as always path, or we can choose the less used and more unique path. The poem's meaning is that a person should try to take their own path, and be themselves, instead of taking the safe and boring path that belongs to a million others. The poet says that although he might not be able to go back, he's okay with it because he doesn't think he'll ever go back. By taking the less common road and staying true to himself, he has made "all the difference". 

This poem ties in well with The Dead Poet's Society in that the boys all have to learn to take their own paths. Charlie becomes more reckless and completely embraces his jokester nature. Knox does all he can to get Chris to like him, even when his friends teased him about her. Todd told his poem and stood on his desk even when he was deathly afraid of the attention of others. Neil tried to pursue a career in acting, even though his father was opposed to it. All those decisions to be themselves and take their own paths made all the difference to their own stories.



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