Matt Clement

Bob, it's the shortest poem ever written.

It's like four stanzas.

This is the pirate season.

We all know with every sports season, you head down one path and you never know where you're going to wind up.

This is Bob Pompeiani with a dramatic reading of one of the great poems ever written, Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken.

I was just really settling into that, Bob.

Why can't I move my computer?

This is about, Bob, this is about every path we take in life.

It is.

You go down one, you know, and that.

And once you head down one, you ain't heading back.

So finish it up in both that morning if you can.

Yeah, you can finish it off.

And both that morning talking about the two paths 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, Bob, 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.

Bob, is there a professional wrestler in the house?

Do I understand that?