Another Time

By Phillip Hennessy

Why are there places, in our minds
            that we dare never go?

Why are there faces, every time
            ...who never really show...?

Distorted images, of every kind,
            and every place, we know

Recorded scenes of Dance, and Mime
            ...the Silence of the show

The curtains part, and every Actor
            walks upon the stage

Then all the cast speak all at once,
            narrating, ...unheard Rage

Each emotion carefully planned
            to enter in the scene...

All in motion, daringly crammed
            into the Lives, that We have been

No Sense, no Rhyme, no Reason, too
            No direction, any kind

No Pretence, that all this Glory
            ...melts into the Sands of Time

However long this Play should last
            How many Acts are in it....

Depends upon the Parts we play
            and how the Action bends it

The Love Scene ends, the curtains fall,
            the scenery all changes

Now re-Enacting all those scenes
            on bigger, better, Stages

Brighter lights, and bigger Parts
            ...are due to those that stayed

Upon the stage. The Audience sits,
            awaiting plays, for which they've Paid.

Expectant looks, and tearful eyes
            abound, on every face.

The Actors disappear each time....
            Another Time.....Another Place