The coffee shop has hired again;
But the menu is the same and
The taste familiar.
(Why make friends with the new clerks?)
We all have sipped that cup
Friendships come and go.
We watch them like theater,
They portray studied characters
In scenes from act two;
They enter our light, sing a ballad
In vain we stand to shout encore
To the stage- a cold and empty floor
Guarded by curtains of shadow
That muffles their voices.
We each write the postscript
|The Stage, A Poem About Brevity|
Let it say,
"Your words became mine,
I took your songs and sang them too,
And I am better for it."
A few months or a year from now
The coffee shop will have new staff;
They will become my friends,
(c) Adron Dozat 2015
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