ON THE STAGE?
I am trapped in the fifth row,
The theater that is my mind,
Waiting for my father to race
Across the footlights, leading
The way to my destiny(?). Yes,
Giving me the script of life to
Follow, the path to tread, and
How to behave like a man.
I am that forever actor, a
Frightened subaltern waiting
For my “director”to place me
On the right “spot” of the stage
To play my part in life, yet
Knowing when the curtain descends
That thunderous applause
Will be for anyone but me.
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