Love's Stage Poem by James Walter Orr

I'm left saddened and puzzled,
Distressed but inured,
To long odds of success that
The play is secured.

If the script has been damaged,
To patch and repair,
One must write a new ending,
By mending each tear.

Life is lived multi-layered;
What now should come first
Is to stitch up past damage
Ere quenching one's thirst.

Longer years and short dollars,
Place pressure on time.
Understanding and passion
Can’t buy back one's prime.

There’s so little to barter
When pruned by the years,
For the blossoms of youth will
Drop down like one’s tears.

Empty voids can be filled with
Eternity’s kiss;
There’s a high toll in time if
One’s efforts should miss.

When the play’s well rehearsed, but
There’s no matinee,
Unknown factors emerge at
The launch of the play.

Should the audience leave and
Love’s fruits not dispense,
Then the lessons of love will
Will be poor recompense.

When the curtain rings down ere
Love's last storm has snowed,
There aren't fans in the wings who
Will reap what one sowed.