Our eyes are drawn to glamour,
Of figures who dance on stage,
But a glimpse behind the curtain,
Is a glimpse into a cage,
Throwing sparkles for excitement,
Wearing masks to hide our face,
Hiding tears and pain and sorrow,
That time does not erase,
It’s the quiet moments together,
When we say just how we feel,
Where we find a real connection,
It’s these moments that are real,
For we share so many stories,
And the bravest of us tell,
Of the days they walked in heaven,
And the time they spent in hell,
Take time to feel and listen,
Be thankful for those you meet,
We’re all in this together,
It’s just life that’s bittersweet,
And cheer for the gifted dancer,
Because it’s over all to soon,
And cry at your mother’s deathbed,
And gaze in the night at moon.

JDoyle