I got up on stage
And honored my son
He had done it for me
And I wanted to run
Away with it too
For that is what you do
When you get past your
Comfort zone and
Let go, don't feel blue
If performing isn't for you
It doesn't matter at all
Get up on that stage
The worst is you fall
And even if that happens
You can pretend you are drunk
Or that you just noticed
Your mind's in a funk
Then again who cares
It is all a bunch of junk
Don't let your insecurities
Control a big chunk
Of your life and your fun
Get on that stage and run!
all life's a stage: we should all get a part of it and enjoy it as well as we can ...
wonderful feel to this poem ...
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on September 21, 2005
Your my hero Lynn..
Many mo0ns ago I got on stage and
sang "I'll have a blue blue Chirstmas"
Some thought I was kinda ok,
I had a big time and was kind a tipsy.
The band wanted to know if I would
be their lead singer, I said, "?"
A country band they was...
Lurve ya what ever you do cuzzz your you.
thanks Lynn, this related to me exactly and factly. This is what I do. I started doing spoken word about two months ago and I love it. I could care less about my mess ups, it's the fun of doing something I've always been chicken picken to do, great write to me
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wonderful feel to this poem ...
Many mo0ns ago I got on stage and
sang "I'll have a blue blue Chirstmas"
Some thought I was kinda ok,
I had a big time and was kind a tipsy.
The band wanted to know if I would
be their lead singer, I said, "?"
A country band they was...
Lurve ya what ever you do cuzzz your you.
God bless, Lynn!
Sandie.