Yes, Robert Frost wrote a poem about a road not taken.

Sometimes, a road not taken is done by accident.

My husband and I were riding through the French countryside on our way back to Geneva after a great hike in the Jura with our dog Sherlock. We took a wrong turn.

How wonderful that wrong turn was. We saw the most unusual cloud formation in an otherwise blue, blue sky, resembling a charcoal drawing of a bridge, bird, mountain, etc.

How many times in life do we make a mistake and between what we learn from it and how we correct it, the next step in our life is richer, smarter, funnier, whatever. We won't always say, how wonderful our mistake was as we did about that wrong turn in the Jura, but sometimes we will. To quote Frost...

AND THAT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE. It did that day giving us even more pleasure than we already had.

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, 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 traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.