Break A Leg
You nailed the first audition,
Which landed you the part,
A wonderful rendition,
A master of your art.
Months of long rehearsals,
Now that time is finally here,
For butterflies and phantom colds,
The symptoms of our fears.
But there is no other feeling,
Than an audience applause,
So knock ’em dead and break a leg.
The stage is truly yours.
© R. E. Samuels, Curious Cards 2015. All rights reserved.
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