Carrying away the day in buckets of lost dreams
is a waste of good time and makes
the compost pile scream.
Waiting in the wings are characters
preparing the next act with useless tact.
Who knows what adventures lie ahead for those
willing to drop the text and pretext of prose
to bring the old play to a close?
For those starting the next chapter
with brave and honest laughter
in a new script meant to convey
a future of happy possibilities,
despite life’s fragilities, all is good.
Right now. This time.This day.
Stand and bow to applause
just as you should.
Now, get off the stage and live.
annarino writes 