The Play

By Phillip Hennessy

This never-ending merry-go-round
that we call Life,
has endless limitations
with ever-bending rules
that abound the Strife,
and senseless imitations

.....It's a broken dream,
those spoken agreements,
all denied
It's part of the Story...
token bereavements,
We decide

Directing the Scene
is some of the Show,
that we create
Each section, it seems
like someone should know,
which speech to narrate

Etheric prefixes
to all we say
Generic re-mixes,
every day
re-enacting
each step of the journey
Overeacting,
to all that we're learning

Forsaken potions,
numb the way
for each emotion
we betray
Oh, sweet additions
to our Chemistry
delete omissions
from our Destiny

Standing Tall,
and feeling Proud
past indiscretions,
screaming loud
the harness,
and the reigns so tight
so harmless are
the games we fight

Awaiting our turn
in the wings of the stage
preparing each verse,
rehearsing each page
Achieving all
with strong determination
Receiving all
with such eternal patience

Ready or not,
the cue is approaching
Steady or not,
the Truth must be spoken
the pretence is over,
we step into place
presenting each word
with such talented grace

The Sound of Applause,
so gratefully heard
the nervous withdrawal,
so bravely reversed
that Wonderous feeling,
that standing Ovation
the laughter, the Tears,
the gratification

The curtains are closing,
the scenes have all changed
uncertainty growing,
and thoughts re-arranged
This huge old theatre
(of Life) redesigned
the sooner, the better,
we all learn our lines......