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A Play Within A Play
It’s a play within a play
Where my role is improvised
With the extras of each day
Not intended to surprise
There’s no cause to show concern
No opinions to express
What I know I’ll never learn
What you know, I’ll never guess
The main characters look worn
Their trivial speeches fail
I keep hearing the horn
Of unanswered questions sale
Flying slowly over trees
Notes repeat the same remark
Do we mean much more than leaves
Underfoot in some old park?
In the gardens of belief
Shall I speak what’s left to say
Words of happiness and grief
For a play within a play..
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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