Marriage In 4 Acts
Marriage in 4 Acts
I've auditioned for parts for years.
Some call them first dates, but make
no mistake, each is acting for the other
hoping for a part in their life play.
I'm a perfect gentleman, holding doors,
helping you on and off with your coat
and pushing your chair in for you.
I almost sound like Cary Grant. Almost.
We land our parts and launch our play.
The engagement scene brings happy tears.
The wedding is a blowout extravaganza.
Rice is thrown, cans trailing our limo.
We live in the city. Taxi and subway.
Fun, not a care in the world. Pregnant.
We stay in the city until our children
force a move to Connecticut suburbs.
Wife's role is a stay at home with regrets.
Kind of a Sylvia Plath without the talent.
I soldier on. I take the train into the city.
I stay more and more nights in the city.
We grow more and more apart. Finally we
agree to a trial separation. I live in the
city with the other woman. Not really a ****.
Time passes quickly in this act and we are old.
The script writes itself as it unfolds.
Always just one take, live, in real time.
I forget that these are parts we are playing.
We're just players upon this stage called life.
Copyright © William Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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