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Mirror a Thespian


When you first got in all those years ago Seemed fun, made you laugh, the thrill of a show But it was hard work to run Stay late nights, and practice, until it was done Soon found yourself to a demanding commitment Was all good until it slipped You were the star, now you’ve back-tripped Into a mirror part, with few lines Still apart of the show, still alive Find it more demanding with no benefit Anymore, the light has lost its glitter Fight to stay in character To keep your place is getting harder Stay later into the night, grow weary You try your hardest and lower your dignity Wait for the day of opening night Where the crowd will await as your stand up in sight It has chosen another for the lead In vain all those nights you gave and bled Out your spirit, it is no more All for a show, The show must go on! And as should you, For the world is a stage, friend
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression! Please never stop expressing from the heart. Continue the journey of poetry.&nbsp;</p>

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