My Good Friend, Oscar. Poem by Michael Gale

A statue of gold...
For actors, gifted
Bold.

An award for sound or music, and dress...
Special effects, location, and feelings
emoted, to express.

They have their day...
To make us say.

Wow, oh wow...
Holy cow!

What next, will they do...
In bringing entertainment
to me and you?

Recognition, for hard work, required...
Success, achieved and to all, inspired.

The same event, will happen each year...
Emoting a laugh, or even acquired a feeling
of fear.

These things will always, tug at a heart....
From a, well acted, part.