Stage Frieght Poem by william sawyers

As I read to you, I'm shaken like a leaf on a tree.
How can this be happening to me? It hasn’t before
It didn’t start when I walked thru the door.
It must be stage freight 'FREIGHT'. It’s something I’ll just have to ignore.
It must be nerves doing this to me.
Ask, anybody? It’s easy to see.
I'm still shaken like a leaf in the breeze.
Oh, why, oh why, did it pick me?
Will it happen again? We’ll wait and see.
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