Puppets (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)
By TheRoz81
Mon, 22 Aug 2011
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Held by the strings,
Never in place,
Our head and arms dangling,
At their mercy,
Guided on the stage,
Directed where to go,
How to act,
What to wear,
With each repetition,
Performance becomes easier,
Practice pays dividends,
To a sense of mastery,
Held by the strings,
Just a puppet in life,
How it’s time to break free,
To find my own path,
The strings have broken,
My head looking forward,
The door is wide open,
The master in control.
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