Double Feature
We are different people, you and I,
forced to share both time and space;
Only one of us can dance in life
while the other waits his place.
I wear a smile, you sing the blues,
I count the stars, you mourn the night;
And, when I celebrate a win,
you pout that nothing ever is quite right.
I rejoice to find, my cup’s half full,
you scowl, like you’ve been cursed;
Looking at it’s unfilled part
as if you’ve just endured the worst.
I ring the bell, you wring your hands,
or think to wring some poor fool’s neck;
I speak out blessing for all lands,
your life is just one bloody wreck.
Each of us lives out two lives,
twixt “what” and “what might have been,”
Two movies play in memory’s hall,
but which one now, have more folks seen?
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