SHOW BIZ

You knocked on every Show Biz door
Until your knuckles cracked and bled.
Sometimes doors opened half an inch
But always they swung shut again.

You got a tiny peek inside
Of where you longed to be
But you were left out on the porch.
You somehow didn’t get the memo

Saying you can never just arrive
And say “I’m here, so use me”.
The business doesn’t work that way.
You need an invitation.

A father or a brother’s work
Will get you through that door.
You may start at the bottom
But you won’t be there for long.

You finally gave up in despair
And found some other occupation
But the longing never went away
And drains your life of joy today.
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