The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

The middle of the road is where the white line is / and that's the worst place to drive.

Oh I kept the first for another dayYet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if should ever come back.

Oh I kept the first for another day
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if should ever come back.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

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;

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.