Question

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

………………………………………

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth:

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 shall ever come back.

Source: extract from the poem ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost



1.Assume you have reached the pinnacle of glory or made an utter failure of life. Do you think it

is the result of choice you made long ago? Explain how?​

Answer 1

Answer:

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