Candle Wood Playhouse
I miss that old playhouse of brilliant plays
And when I used to go see a show
Vintage but very classy
And I miss my uncle rod
Who used to be when he was young
The brilliant wardrobe man agent
I miss him and this playhouse that is no longer
They tore it down with no money to keep alive
And all that is left from that old playhouse,
That built my uncle Rodney is a picture of him
Standing with his friends like Vivian Blaine bob Cummings and shelly winters
All I'm left to cherish is their photos in a journal
I hope my uncle see's in heaven
Just how much he inspire me to write
This is to inspire him
With all my heart he and the playhouse
Will always be remembered through time
Blows a kiss to the night sky
As I live to tell their stories
By Brian Otoole
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
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