Two roads diverged in the urban wood,
One to crush and the other to help.
The first lush with profit, long I stood
Pressing schools down as hard as I could
With truth kept hidden in the undergrowth.
I took the first road as just and fair,
And having no doubt a believable claim.
Posing for poor children wanted no wear,
They'd yield data for market repair,
And for this scheme I felt no ounce of shame.
Throughout the journey well hidden lay
The leaves that I had trodden black.
Oh, I kept that knowledge for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever turn 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 most traveled by,
And for poor kids it made little difference.