What Might Have Been

A man in a crisp tuxedo strides onto stage
From the right. He claps his hands together,
Smiles, and says, “If only,” and then the
Parade of pleasures begins. Everything
We've ever wanted arrives, and we, and
The man, from his place on the wing,
Are in awe. We laugh at times, at the
Wonders. The show goes on for hours.
When it is over, the man, our host it seems,
Again returns to center stage. He spreads
His arms, and shouts, “If only! Goodnight!,”
And all of the lights come on. We rise.
Nobody has much to say as we mass at
The doors. We squeeze outside, and
Separately go to our homes.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-25 at 12:32

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