The Page

by Bill Turner   Nov 12, 2007


Improvisation is life
Decor always changing
Script constantly rewritten
Costumes and masks at the ready
Hoping the curtain will come down steady

Players going through the motion
Each interaction just another scene
Playing the part they want to play
Unable to grasp a relationship
Always wanting to be hip

Stage hands mingling and arranging
Hidden forever in the black
Making sure the deeds get done
Forever making the players look good
Constantly misunderstood

Writers, silent and deadly
Directing all that you see
Will they ruin life or make it happy?
Directing and guiding with the stroke of a pen
Creating and measuring all women and men

So, where do you fall upon the stage?
Are you a mover of props and gear?
Do you go through the motions, being hip?
When life is done will writing be your rage?
Reach down and simply turn the page

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  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Bill
    This piece of yours makes one look into ones self.

    So, where do you fall upon the stage?
    Are you a mover of props and gear?
    Do you go through the motions, being hip?
    When life is done will writing be your rage?
    Reach down and simply turn the page

    If I had the chance to be a mover. To once again walk in this world with all I know and have learned there are so many things I would try to change. Funny how you don't realalize how things really are till it is to late to do anything about it. How much of life passes us by before we know what is really important.
    Excellent job my friend.
    Take Care Cindy

  • 17 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Bill,

    It hads been so long ago since I heared the word "hip"!
    Yes, I agree..people do tend to give up on love very easely these days...
    I have tried to make it work for 20 years...

    Nice poem and interesting thoughts,

    Take care,

    Ingrid

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