Brian’sPoems

All the Talking

If I said it once,
I probably said it a thousand times.
Just ask my ex-wife.
She can likely still hear the echoes
of my desperate need to be heard,
and my fear in allowing things
which are beyond my control
to play out.

Nothing scares a man or a woman
like an unwritten script
right before the curtain ascends.
I was such a great performer
and would say my lines fifty ways
before I’d listen to any of my castmates.
Yet I never even directed the play.

The run of my big starring role
seems to be coming to an end.
I still like the sound of my own voice
but now find I have very little to say.
So I simply close my mouth,
allowing the creator of this production
to do most of the talking.