“In Hope”

In hope, in love, in truth and trust

The theatre lives from dawn to dusk

The curtains rise, crowd voices fall

And suddenly the stage is all

One takes the stage, in song, in rhyme

Then lights fall dim- in perfect time

But time goes on, time goes on

The young turn old; the old are gone

And so it seems a loss of luck

When chairs lay bare and set is struck

When all is clean and tidied tight

With boisterous laugh and petty fight

With simple smiles and luscious curls

Yet these are things that time unfurls

And time goes on; time goes on

The young, the old, they carry on

Then suddenly in spark of dream

A light, a note, a line, a seam

A feather falls, a button drops

This night like slumber halts and stops

And casually the stage breathes calm

While passion lies in theatre’s palm

As time goes on, time goes on

There is no class, no book, no game

That knows that pow’r of Shakespeare’s name

                                      My name and face may be forgot

Yet on that stage my presence not

The stage will hold my secrets deep

Though age may makes its hinges creep

But time goes on; time goes on

I take these tales, I move along

If theatre lives where passion lies

Then in my heart that passion thrives

                                   I’ve learned to breathe and to become

Just who I am-- a work undone

Now I go forth with hope and fear

An empty map, all runways clear

And time goes on; time goes on

helloo