Every day he sat in suit
Dancing to another’s flute
Hope filling up his double-breast
That he wouldn’t end up like the rest.
It wasn’t how he’d seen his life
Boring job and nagging wife, but
He couldn’t find a way to shed
The fixed ideas inside his head.
It ground him down on a daily basis
His one colour life in constant stasis.
The lawn and hedges needing trimming
The garden centre and weekend swimming.
Then one day, before he died,
Another voice came out and sighed
Pushed towards his dream’s fruition
By applying for THE play’s audition.
With courage that he never knew
The thespian him took flight and flew
Sometimes the money would run dry
And a voice inside would ask him why,
But all in all, despite his fears
He really did enjoy the cheers.
Not one day did he miss the suit
That made the sound of his life mute.