Final Performance(One Man Show)

  

Methodical madness is a bound

When lights, camera, action

Bring no emotional sound.

Acting without a stage

Is a crime to reality

And the reason to believe

In the magic of mirrors.

If life imitates art

Then your reflection

Should win an Oscar.

The script is written

For your death bed scene

Yet the curtain call

Remains in dress rehearsal.

Longing to have

Roses thrown at your feet

Yet not wanting to take that final bow

Knowing full well your requiem

Has already been composed

And applauded. 

Reviews

[Bud]

Life is but a backdrop to the stage we build for ourselves to stand on. The sun and moon spotlight our show, while the stars serve as a record for performances. Is the show fiction or a melodramatic event of historic value? One never truly knows. All we truly know is the play by which others see and judge us by. And even then we sometimes get caught up in our own farce. Remarkably Outstanding piece, Dale. Wonderful read that was enjoyed very much!

[An Ordinary Woman]

Life truly sucks sometimes, my own bearing witness to the fact. I like this. It has good meter and wordplay. I knowI am always saying to hang in there, it is all we can do sometimes, friend. Good write, Cowboy.

[cest la vie]

What an accurate write you have here.
We are actors(some better than others) on this "Life" stage..
Powerful, emotional piece you have written, Dale.

Nicely done my friend!!

[An owl on the moon]

You take us deep into the psyche of a world where we are actors on a stage, moving about with aspirations and desires unfulfilled. Pride drives so many on to seek glory and fame. Such powerful insight!