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After The Applause

The applause still lingers in his ears,

As he sits,

Coming down from the performance,

They had chanted his name,

The crowd loved him,

Now he sat in silence,

Reflecting on his life,

The money is good,

But is this life really for him?

Did he live for the applause?

Every time he performs,

He is surrounded by total strangers that love him,

But when it's over there is no one there,

He turned his back on his family years ago,

And had not let anyone in since,

They didn't understand his decision to do more,

To not work in the factory that his father did,

His mom couldn't understand why he would leave everything he knew,

For the applause of people who didn't even know him,

So He stares at the ceiling,

Knowing that right now,

Mom is putting away leftovers,

And Dad is reading the paper,

You could set a watch by them,

And after what seems like hours,

He prays,

God give me the strength to make things right,

Help me to say I was wrong,

And he stares at his phone,

Thinking of what to say,

How to say,

And with his courage building,

Not in himself but in God,

He calls.

Copyright ©2001-2017 Richard Shane Reinert.


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