The surging tide was just enough,
To set the stage once more;
The music plays, the curtain drawn,
Awakened hope, dance forth.
Where past meets future in a climactic scene,
And all scripts move to the didactic theme,
A chance to love, a chance to learn,
The fresh glimpse of pure belief.
At curtain call, with final bows,
Truest life poured through purest vows,
Lends the whitest page, an open stage
And tomorrow’s chance to smile once more.
about the writer.
“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw)