THE ACTOR

Each night and every morning

I go diligently through

My lines and actions

For the day’s performance

My face prepared

My costume donned

I step out of the wings

CENTRE STAGE!

Some days it’s smooth

The Playwrights nuances

Coming through the

Matrix of the players work

Sometimes we miff our lines

(We were too busy to prepare)

Sometimes we are confused

By others wrong entry and cue

(Our misjudgement)

Sometimes we are deafened, by

The clamour and the din

Imagined applause

The orchestra too loud

Those many oversight

Which deafen us to

The Prompter

In the wings