John T. Baker, Life: A Play</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=3.htm>John T. Baker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Life: A Play</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>(In As Many Acts As Necessary)<br>How long the wait, the curtain will not rise;<br>We scan the playbill, turn another page,<br>Then punctuate the time with little sighs<br>And slowly squirm, our eyes upon the stage.<br>At times we slip outside to drink or smoke<br>Or break away to answer nature's call;<br>We mingle with the crowd, pretend to joke,<br>Then fretfully rush back into the hall.<br>And finally the moment that excites,<br>The hush that falls, the tingling of the skin;<br>Director Death prepares to dim the lights,<br>The play at last is ready to begin.<br>And only then we learn, alas so late,<br>If what comes next was really worth the wait.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>