What Was the Work I Started?
The show, about to begin agin, then, they show up.
Not a lot to say, they must play, as they take another's work apart that day.
Nothing to add, words too sad, only they, being they, as they do, start to take it apart.
If it was full to begin, no more so now, then they rush in agin.
It was a great try, by some other guy, not me.
Even I could see what was to be, we already knew, he hadn't even a clue.
So the show will go, the flow of the show we will not know, which will be , the one you hear or the one you see.
Will it be he, a great show at the start, or the other version, not quite from the heart.
Maybe, it will be as it was before ..... if only he had locked that front door.
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