August 1st

 I wonder if they care or knew

What it was I used to do

I used to perform in shows burlesque

But now I’m stuck behind a desk

I used to sing and do comedy, of sorts

But no more need for witty retorts

I used to have talent, a limited amount

But used it wisely to surmount

I used to get that fulfilled feeling

But now my work is unappealing

I used to work for claps and cheers

But now I’ve muted my ideas

I had ready wit and repartee

But that’s now in my memory

I enjoy my work once upon a when

And I’m sure that time will come again

A great time was had, of that I’d ensure

But you have to grow up and mature

With the work I do I’ll learn to have fun

You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone