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Brian’s Poetry Corner

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THE CURTAIN FALLS, LIGHTS GO UP;

YOU STAND ON CENTER STYAGE;

THE CROWD IS LEAVING IN THE FINAL ACT

A SCENE CREATED FOR A MOMENT’S PLEASURE

TWO PEOPLE ATTACK WITH LUST;

AN HOURGLASS HOLDS THE ONLY MEASURE

AS ONE RETURNS TO DUST.

FIERCE IN BATTLE, THE PROPS SEVERE WELL

TURNING COSTUMES CRIMSON COLOR;

YOUR TICKET IS PUNCHED, LEAVING JUST A SHELL

NOT MUCH FOR ONE THAN DOLLAR.

COME BACK YOU SAYAND TRY AGAIN

YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE SOON;

YOU MIGHT AS WELL LET THE SHOW BEGIN

IT WILL ALL BE OVER BY NOON.

NOW THE STAGE IS BARE, THE THEATER DARK

AS YOU EXIT THROUGH A REAR DOOR;

STEPPING INTO THE LIGHT YOU FEEL A SPARK

THEN THE WHOLE PLAY STARTS OPNCE MORE.

(C) 1990 BRIAN C.