What am I to do while I'm waiting in the wings
Where its more quiet than the caged bird that sings?
What am I to do when I'm buried in the dark
While I hear all the other actors confidently hit their marks?
What may occupy me while I breathe in deep?
What silent words spoken with my eyes might I keep?
The blue light does dawn upon the solitary stand
Where the work, we now perform, lays there done and planned
What am I to do when I'm waiting in the wings?
While the pretty performer, in the bright light, she sings
What am I to do while I'm waiting in the wings?
Where only the brave ones dare to say loud things
It's all too quiet here while we sit and wait our turn
It's all too quiet here while we listen and we learn
YOU ARE READING
My Heart To Yours
Poetry~My heart burns on heavy with nothing and no one to call my own~ I had fun with these. That you probably knew, but also I hope you will too! With Love, David Yager
