It Was The Time Of Innocence Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

When he could easily play the fool
Without being punished
Meantime the stages have fallen apart
Meantime the actors have forgotten texts
Deeply written within all acts
Of five reasons made to always start-begin
At every opening to make an end
Close the builds
Leaf through empty seats
A numberless audience clapping to the silence
The rhythm being set
Proportions outreach
Harmony
Begging back to time
Tickets for a precious entrance