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A Life in the Theater

There are faces in the darkness

There to see and not be seen.

We are players acting out

“A Midsummer night's Dream”

I am a minor player-

An inconsequential part

Think of me as of a wall

Between two loving hearts

I've learned my choreography

And know my lines by heart.

I hear the music playing-

the thing’s about to start.

Stage love is unending

and best described as blind.

No pair ending up estranged-
the happy ever kind-

The people go home happy

By car or cab or train

And wake up the next morning

To find that nothing’s changed.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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