I sit in the darkened room and wonder,
Marvel even at the great good
fortune
Now bestowed upon me
Here among the Arts elite.
Watching as the actors play
the rolls
That were created in my mind
So very long ago
Now cast for all the World to
see.
I try to read the mind of one
who
Watches with a quiet patience
And a chuckle now and then
When the timing is just
right.
I cringe when someone flubs a
line.
"That's not what they
were meant to say."
I wonder, when it's over will
I want to
Run and hide from sight?
Waiting for the final
scene...
The audience applause.
My heart then quietly
celebrates;
My mind arush can take a
pause.
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