The stage is set, my phone is off;
The play has
yet to start.
The audience
is filing in,
Preparing to
depart
From reality
for just a while,
An hour and
a half
And hopefully,
they’ll be rewarded
With a smile
or laugh
Or possibly
with sadness
Or nostalgia
or with rage.
No matter which
– it’s all contained
In lines
upon the stage.
Forgotten
are the problems
That they’ve
briefly left behind,
Yet when the
show is over,
Back at home
that’s what they’ll find.
Yet in this
brief reprieve they get to
Focus on the
show
And the
struggles of the actors,
Far from
those that they might know.
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