Polite
applause as the curtain rises
So appears
the stage that is my life.
Colourful
costumes and witty lines,
Are the
ploys that define my trade.
The stage
is painted with colour and light,
The stories are exciting and they are dull.
I have my audience
‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’
In all the
right places.
At the end
of the day, they shuffle out,
transported
by the tales I weave.
I am alone
on a barren platform.
Planning
out a new storm.
There is a
new tale each day,
And the
seats fill up once again.
As the
theatre comes alive,
With
passion and drama.
