Embryonic Construct ~ Philip Brent

How many times have I auditioned for this play
For numberless roles I have landed or have lost
I may be tasked to exit my last stage on this day
With my life and my hair both the color of frost

Focus; my character must never slip from my face
As the lead or as extra, I mustn’t the illusion break
Most players decide they must be the hero’s place
I fear this role is one of which I shall never partake

I have wrung my hands, cried at the end of tragedy
I have chortled my joy in glee at the end of my play
Still, a tear tracks my cheek, sad at what I won’t see
Until I walks the boards again; who will I be today?