Stage Right, Stage Left
Exit stage right,
That was dreadful
again, I will cry all night
Months of hard work
Flushed down the drain
then, Trapped, with a cork.
I will try once again next year
Though, the effort may be futile
I'll Promise not to shed one more tear!
All that time spent on another fail..
a waterless well in place of my heart
which cannot be filled with an insignificant pail
Dreams crushed then mended,
again and again.
Like a garden, not well tended.
This is the last time
I've practiced until well polished
Surely this mountain is worth the climb
I pick out a dress
smear on lipstick
after all,m I dress to impress
I breathe in deep
Then open the heavy door,
My heart takes a shuddering leap!
Waiting backstage
in the dark bulky curtains
The pianist turns his page.
Fear again commits petty theft
then it's my cue to come forward
and then, I enter stage left.
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