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my show
by Charlie Morgani raft by; a nod and wave to the crowd; grandson in tow.
and we take the kindergarten rapids. the white water.
some kids cringe, some old folks too;
yet it's just me, me getting the raves
from the sidelined gypsies; they make change.
each leaves empty, elephant-eared pockets.
left alone to close the show, my show.
the one that stars me, is written by me,
is a prologue of my life, and epilogue too.
at some point, i'll play for Noh theatres.
sign copies of the playbill in Japanese.
but for now, i will be content to be small,
insignificant, immeasurable, lost, blissful;
sewing into my jeans, into his heart: PawPaw. 04/22/2011 Posted on 04/22/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/22/11 at 06:09 PM You and I know that there's nothing BETTER than your show and you're the star in your grandson's eyes. I loved every word....could feel the warmth of those show lights. :) |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 04/22/11 at 07:55 PM Yes, terrific last stanza really captures the humbleness of giving time to the young people. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/22/11 at 08:10 PM That last stanza was one of your best. Awesome work. |
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