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AN ACTING LIFE
AN ACTING LIFE
A young, shy boy enters stage left.
The date, November ‘fifty-three.
And, though you’d not believe it now,
That shy young man was me.
I hadn’t wanted to be there,
I was convinced that I’d fall flat.
I spoke my first line nervously.
The audience laughed – and that was that!
I was hooked in that moment of magic
And knew I had to have more.
I’ve played a hundred roles since then,
Shakespeare, Wilde and Shaw.
I’m afraid you won’t have heard of me;
Few people know my name.
My acting is only a hobby,
But it’s theatre all the same.
Of course I can’t go on for ever,
I’m reaching the end of the page.
And besides, there’s a limited number of parts
For men of a certain age.
Copyright ©
Bryn Strudwick
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