As The Year Falls

the act waltz to a close

just as lights fade and curtain falls

to mark the end of the year's play

yet the applause lingers to stay

.

the heart is so full

of the part played so well

within the script and feel

and the directors' spell

.

yet a few times straying out

as the soul yearns to break out

wanting to change the lines and cast

go back and modify the past

.

still the urge to keep playing

many a role that keep unfolding

at work, at love, as a friend

while the act and truth closely bind

.

much after the dusk falls

and shadows climb on granite walls

the cast and the world gone to sleep

weariness on mind and body creep

.

look into myself in the mirror so deep

and smile at what is true and what is not

.

twinkling darkness in the eye

viels restless dance of a firefly

.

peel off a bit of paint

tear off a bit of mask

.

tape together the New Year look

am ready for the next act :)