Come and Read
When the show ends
And the credits roll
Will you be proud
With what was shown?
When the lights fade
And the bell tolls
What will be made
From what you’ve sown?
Will there be cheers
And applause?
Or will they jeer
And seethe
At what you’ve done?
But would it matter
What they think
Of you after
You’re dead?!
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
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