The Musical of My Life.

This is the musical of my life.
The show that just died.
It lives in my memories.
In anytime I've cried.

The show was the greatest,
It started up so bright.
We all knew our lines,
And never once did fight.

I bet you've never seen better,
I bet you've never seen great.
I bet you never knew...
What really was at stake.

Everything has happened.
Blurry in my eyes,
I can't hold the tears back,
Or stop asking why.

We bowed gracefully to the audience,
Abruptly the musical ends,
Not with the hopes and loves,
It is tragedy that this production defends.

We inprov-ed and missed,
The sets were just paint and holes,
With imagination and faith,
We played our best roles.

Too much at stage,
Preforming before crowd.
Exit stage left,
Try not to be too loud.

My life is the paper,
A scripted, words torn,
Words I wrote, from my soul,
In a condition; forlorn.

I try to start the story over,
Try to rewrite all the pages,
Can't get my thoughts etched,
A new act for the stages.

With confusion of a loss,
I beg to the "aboves"
"Don't Stop the Show!"
"The Cast is Loved!"

The stage is now gone,
In a fierce fiery slow burn,
To watch all the props and sets die,
Promising never to return.

This show has shut down,
The guests won't come back,
Where there once was light,
Has become dusty and black.

The greatest show in the world,
Created life and admiration,
Gold trimmed theater walls,
Heard throughout the nation.

Just a memory.
Just a blow.
Just my life...
What a show...




My day has been rough.  I was going to write about how I thought about her all day long.  I felt sick to my stomach this morning... and for the rest of the day, I thought about Kendall and the kids.  Damn, I miss them.  So, rather than writing essays of my "undying" love and affection...  I wrote a poem.  It sorta flowed.  Took me about 15 minutes to write.

Night.
~John