Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

A Life in the Theater


There are faces in the darkness

There to see and not be seen.

We are players acting out

“A Midsummer night's Dream”



I am a minor player-

An inconsequential part

Think of me as of a wall

Between two loving hearts



I've learned my choreography

And know my lines by heart.

I hear the music playing-

the thing’s about to start.



Stage love is unending

and best described as blind.

No pair ending up estranged-
the happy ever kind-




The people go home happy

By car or cab or train

And wake up the next morning

To find that nothing’s changed.

Submitted: Saturday, May 01, 2010
Edited: Saturday, June 05, 2010

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