Every part’s cast and all the roles taken
There’s no new auditions or openings vacant
You’re set to do this, the rest of your time
It’ll never dawn - you’re stuck in a rhyme
You won’t work it out until the very last day
It was you who wrote the ending that way
And on and on and throughout it all
You’ll think that you’re living, having a ball
You’ll be happy knowing, this is how it should be
Working so many hours, but never quite free
And the fog only thickens as the pressure’s applied
You lose your job, she’s leaves or she’s died
Until one day you’re finally a gape and supine
Looking up at the stars and knowing life’s mean
You could have flown and been the real you
You've written a role, why not star in it too?
And yet you couldn’t see, although it was plain
You’ve missed your chance! It won’t come again!
David Cox 24/09/18
Copyright © Dave Cox | Year Posted 2020
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