This endless play is getting hard to play
When every actor wants to write his role
And every minor wants to have a say
In what was meant to be my spectacle
You left the stage before your cue, my dear
Left me speechless, this scriptwriter of note
Looking for a new cast and crew, and fear
A small role in your theatre remote
I did not know where to start looking, my
Pages missing, pencils with no lead
I gathered all my wits and wisdom, tried
To keep this madness far away; I failed
How can I put you back into my play
When you took my writing skills away
Tanja Bulovic
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-v-this-endless-play-is-getting-hard-to-play/
