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Teaching high school kids the craft
Directing them in their school show
Teenagers singing just off key
With a band that's one beat slow
Holding rehearsals when the gym is free
Have you really sunk this low
Are you truly at your bottom
Or are you "Waiting for Godot"?

"YOU'RE ON IN FIFTEEN MINUTES...MR. WILSON"

Doing plays in local theater groups
With untrained  amateurs on stage
You tell them all your stories
And you keep them on their page
It's not exactly where you started
Talent that you just can't gauge
Selling programs in the lobby
It's time you act your age

"TEN MINUTES TILL SHOWTIME MR. WILSON"

Touring shows around the country now
Second touring group, smaller towns
Doing revival shows of Sondheim
"Sweeney Todd " and "Send in the clowns"
Living out of an old suitcase
The countryside a sea of browns
Where you are at the local's mercy
And there's less ups than there are downs

"FIVE MINUTES TO SHOW TIME MR. WILSON"

You've made it, you're on Broadway
Starring roles are yours to choose
Where the highlights of last nights show
Are in today's reviews
Where a sold out run continues
And your name is in the news
You're an actor, and you're famous
The world is yours to lose

"SHOW TIME MR.. WILSON...ON STAGE PLEASE"

The kids are out there schlepping
working their way through the *****
singing songs sung by the Beatles
"All This and World War II"
You're just a pillar standing, sweating
As you see what you can do
You're still an actor, and you know it
You'll need a drink when this is through.
Write not the words that rhyme
If that is not your way
But rather write the words
That have so much to say
A poem is but a story
Of loves long lost, love found
A poem is your speaking soul
A silent cacophony of sound
Poetry is from your heart
On subjects so diverse
Metaphors and cliches
Formed into stanzas and of verse
I don't mind about how you write
Of the subject in your mind
You are the sole creator
And your words cross space and time
Just write
I picked up a few words
Fitting to my emotional grooves
Mirroring my love,pangs,pain and bliss
Who knows from which end and
Who starts reading
The bits already rhyming
Submitted to the scripted Gods
Presenting you, this poem.
2015-04-12
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