February
7, 1983 4:50 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Passion Play"
ACT ONE Karen, are you carin' for me? Is this a remote possibility? Diane, did the plan fade away? Did you forget what we promised on that day? Cathy, can you hear me through the years? Or would you ever wipe away the tears? It's over: Act One of the Passion Play The critics were divided on that day There was a signal set for summoning the crew Better get ready for Act Two. ACT TWO Sweetheart, I'm not streetsmart any more Let the janitors just wipe away the floor Honey, hand me down my walking shoes I'm always this way when I'm feeling the blues. Listen, I'm not pissin' way my pride But all the lovers' left locked up inside It's over: Act Two of the Passion Play The tone's so sad the customers shouldn't pay Open up the doors, let 'em in for free Open up the curtain for Act Three ACT THREE Kathryn, were you running out of time? Was loving you that big of a crime? Donna, did it dawn on me at all I should have been at your beck and call? Emma, you were a dilemma on my mind I hope you got what you were trying to find. It's over: Act Three of the Passion Play It'll run thirty years if it runs a day I'll sit back and won't put up a fight And the play will close after tonight.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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