Watching CELTIC WOMAN tapes

My memory soon escapes…

Back to a time

Performance was mine,

Behind those opening drapes.

Often in the chorus not solo,

Feeling excitement doing it “just so”…

Or times on stage

Acting not my age,

But needing to stay in tempo.

So nervous the first show done

And relief when all has run

With jumping heart yen

To do it again…

Knowing that you’ve had all your fun.

Oh, the JOY of make-believe

Even when it’s meant to deceive…

Those beautiful girls

Whose voices twirl

You ‘round their fingers with ease!

The letdown of reality

When from the stage one must flee,

Going back to school

The romantic fool…

And relating less successfully!

—Jonathan Caswell

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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