That's right, it's I again. Well...you don't have to clap. Looks
like you all took me up on that. I might not be a HUGE Spot fan,
but the poem did suit his character best…well…I could think of
others that I could have done it about, lets just get to the fact that I
don't own newsies, as much as I'd like to think I do, and I don't
own the poem, that's a Robert Frost product entitled "The Road
Not Taken". So, here it is.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
Choices can kill a person. They decide a future and carry the world
with them. Some believe in fate, but you never know what you are
meant to do until the end. Everyone comes up to points in their
lives where these decisions could make you into something you
admire, or throw you into the pits of Hell. One wrong move, and
there goes your life.
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Hell, I could have had it easy. Far better than any other Irish
Brooklynder, that's for damn sure. We weren't the type of people to
be given opportunity, but I wasn't the type of person to take the
easy way out. I could have been sitting in some swanky school house,
with some big-shot professor wanting me to call him "Sir" while I
slaved away, trying to save a place for myself in some office
building. I was never one for the predictable, though.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
And then I saw my own idea of an opportunity. Not as classy and
undemanding, perhaps, but it had its own set of riches in my eye. I
wanted to get my hands dirty, to get out in the world and do
something. Not without a few bumps and bruises along the way of
course.
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.
As I sat there, thinking about where each would take me, I as sure
my head would crack in two. That was, after all, how I was feeling.
Torn completely by what could happen to me with both decisions. Why
wouldn't fate do its job and choose for me?
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 kept telling myself that if something went wrong I could always
become what I always hated, but part of me knew that Hell would
freeze over before that happened. With everything that each choice
goes with, the odds of being able to turn around and do things over
again were very slim.
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.
I was right, of course, but when am I not? I never became that
swanky school boy with the professor breathing down his neck. Not
many people would have decided to become a newsie over being some
stiff rich kid, but I seized my own opportunity. I led Brooklyn, the
untamed heart of New York. Hell, I was Brooklyn. I may have had some
hard times, but I got back up and help my head, and cane, up high. I
sit up on my perch and take a look around and realize, I wouldn't
have it any other way.
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There!!! Hope you liked it!! I know its a bit late for Spot's
birthday but I didn't get inspired until late and wanted to make
sure others hadn't had the idea before me. So…that's my Spot
one-shot! LOVE ALL YOU (AND I MEAN THE HELL OUT
OF IT!!)
Stretch