I stand behind the footlights,
wait for the curtain to fall,
another night will be over,
and tomorrow another stage will call.
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Being too young to remember the sixties, but always more into the idea of a travelling minstrel of olden days, much more fun me thinks... great write as usual my friend 10 out of 10...
Ouch David, this one touched a strong chord - from many years ago. But I remember still the eager anticipation of each weekend with my beloved, when we were touring in the sixties. The performances were absorbing and thrilling, but Friday nights was sublime. Thanks for the reminder. love, Allie xxxx
I LIKE THIS A LOT, DAVID...fine detail, tight-line structure, and solid imagework spin this work into a Rock Solid Penning..Bravo, my friend! FjR
Although you may be lonely out there on the road, you carry the warmth of love in your heart. Nice poem, David. Love, Fran xxx
There's nothing quite like heading home at the end of the week to a loving home! You capture the loneliness and the warm satisfying glow of going home with persuasive depth in this tightly knit work David. Brought some old memories back to life. Thank you. jim
Knowing you have a glow to go back to sustains you...for some reason this piece make me think of a old army movie when the young soldier opens up his wallet and pulls out his picture of his girl.....and that sustains him though his war...your poems just depicting a different struggle...nice write David