The Turning Of A Sad But Funny Page Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Maybe you figured that I didn’t understand how
To love;
Or maybe you just stepped outside your door and sucked
Air for a moment,
Before going back inside your chimney,
But I sat with you and held your hand while you saw the
Homeless dolphins leaping underneath the overpass:
And better boys drove above us,
Some that you knew, some that you had let fight your fires;
But I was starring in the ring that night,
And I had to go and practice with that shadows up on stage;
All that dirty laughter that comes
With the turning of a sad but funny page.