The Show
Make it fresh. Beautiful and new.
Blur sharp edges but keep a few.
Keep it fresh. Keep it clean.
As good as new, new and pristine.
Shine it up and make it glow.
So proud now, you make a show.
People come and see your work.
Some will smile some will smirk.
After all have come and gone.
No longer you like a single one.
What was fresh and seemed so new.
Doesn't seem such a great view.
You go back home, pride is lost.
The show came with too much cost.
Copyright © Not Telling | Year Posted 2010
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