Soliloquy Poem by Bill Galvin

An old friend put it in song, so long ago,
For me to use today…
I’m running on empty, till the sun goes down.
Sometimes, it’s just that much easier to say,
Though, I know, this is a place I dare not stay;
Lest I be typecast forever in hardening clay.
I rely on holy spirit to carry me through this play,
On this strangely mirrored stage,
Where close-ups easily reveal
What cannot be covered or concealed.
After the main character had to leave town,
Audiences may mistake my depression
For just an actor’s expression.
Tears puddle; pain muddles clear thought;
So sometimes I feel it’s more than I bought in for.
Not every day can be a good one, they tell me;
But I can’t place one foot in front of another some days;
Cramping, mind and body bound.
I’m now watching the weeds grow free;
Now letting the birds take the berries;
Old worries just aren’t the same to me;
Things look different when your mate’s not around.
Here I’m just working to stay above ground.
Like washed clothes drying outside on a line,
It can’t be rushed… it’s a matter of natural time.
But she’ll not be back; nothing will ever be the same;
Only sweet memory will remain.
Mood dependent; let’s see what we shall see this day;
Could be Buddha, bottle, birdsong, or blues,
Within this schism of personality;
I act my part in this new role, paying heavier dues…
In a script…
Recast and rewritten from dialogue to soliloquy.

7-21-2015