Dramatic I strike my deep bow
Stage lights warming the back of my neck

      Another show finished
              And time for the next

I change costumes and greet the regular cast
Shaking hands and reading scripts

      Finally… my cue, I exit stage left
              Passing the curtains, Sighing in relief

Like a line in a book, Foreshadowing, glimpsing beyond this chapter

The books pages are so thin,
And so exposed to the elements

I heard the chimes of my grandfather’s clock
And for a moment, took in my surroundings

A leaf must endure the storm
Lest it be carried astray
Times like these I feel if I loose focus
I’ll just slip away

The wind is picking up and honestly,
That blue sky is turning grey

… but don't worry
                 It’s not today

A bow or a smile
Which ever I pursue
Id go on for a while
To try and thank you