Longest Running Show Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

We enter into life’s strong flow
We join the longest running show

Sometimes the spotlight is too bright
The masks grotesque with frigid fright
Sometimes we hide in rafters shade
Old faded curtains cover made

A bard once said the play’s the thing
And I agree it’s quite a fling
As comedies and tragedies
Weave in and out in endless tease

Yet there will be no final act
The theater’s owner is well backed
No earthly angels to implore
Their lucre in this play to pour

The actors in the play of life
Can rest assured their stint is rife
With promises and blessings true
Their show will span beyond the blue

We enter into life’s strong flow
We join the longest running show.