A Poor Player Poem by Lin Kah Mun

Standing here alone
In this Opera house
People had long gone
Leaving this lonely theater on its own

No matter how lonely the player felt
The poor player need to do his own part
To play what is composed
To act what is in the script

One show after another
Audience cheer and applaud
After the player played
He was all forgotten
He is nothing

After his play on the stage
His glimpse of moment
His temporarily shinning moment
on the lonely stage

One play after another
He did his best to be a stunning player
He is a player with no tears
Looking into the empty seats
Thinking
Looking
Playing...

Playing what is composed on this script
Playing what he can't say
Playing a role
which he couldn't be in reality
Following the flow written on the script
He is
A poor player
A play maker
with no tears