A man stood on stage,
Waiting for his moment,
It was his first time,
His palms moisten by sweat.
There was no thinking,
Nor planning before the show.
Stared at the audience below him,
All seated waiting patiently.
Some were annoyed, some were joyful.
Rows and rows of crowded heads,
Lights shone down on him like a movie star.
The sudden breeze unleashed his fear,
He was desperate for an escape route.
But it was a chance of a lifetime,
And he couldn’t let go.
‘I was a used car salesman before…’
They laughed. He, relieved from pressure,
Knew he would be welcomed here.
Little did he know, the audience chuckled
Not at his joke but at his past.
Because he is the man who lost himself.
Timothy James Webster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-man-who-lost-himself/
