Broadway

I've only been twice to a Broadway show;

Saw the same show both times.

Marveled each time at just being there;

All the glint and glitter on forty third,

The "Majestic" the "Helen Hayes",

The magic of just walking through Times Square.

There's something truly special in

The lights along Broadway.

They beam to say they've nothing left to hide.

And after dining on the veal from

Sardi's evening fare,

One tends to overlook the seamy side.

But it's inside, when lights go dim,

That the senses exercise.

The stage transforms to a life of its own,

And a new world fills the eyes.

Reality takes a holiday trip

To a playwright's fantasy;

To wake the mind,

To stir the soul,

To set the spirit free.