Soliloquy

In their starched white robes.

Temple priests rehearse their lines across the globe.

Old Bill said that all the world's a stage and we are merely actors.

Performers and benefactors.

I spoke my good-time monologue to a packed house.

When things went bad, a soliloquy to a lonely mouse.

I said the words but didn't get the meaning.

On my knees begging and pleading.

I couldn't stay the course.

When rough seas came against me with a centrifugal force.

We learn our lessons.

Standing in line at crowded delicatessens.

Tasting salty tranquility.

Sighing humility.

Oh what a tangled web we weave ...

... when Heaven's riches and faith take leave ...