Rehearsal - Poem by Della Perry
It's okay, I can screw up, didn't you know son,
This is just a rehearsal, I can make mistakes
And cock up, cause next time I'm reborn
I'll have learnt from them
A lovely life will then be had.
So, don't worry, smile son,
Life is a rehearsal
For the big finale.
I will be the leading lady
You can be the leading man.
The opening night could be a sell out!
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