The Puppeteer

you play with me I think, I know
clichés come to mind
puppet strings course sticks of wood
soon all become entwined

it feels good I think, I know
you still want to play
my puppeteer is in control
he’s not yet gone away

It’s a circus I think, I know
so keep it light and fair
I can bear the spinning top if
you keep a simple air.

It’s short lived I think, I know
a spotlight for a while
when the master gives the sign
don’t dally with goodbyes

you play with me I think, I know
it’s time to cut the string
I have somewhere I should be
a place where puppets sing.

©Julie Proudfoot

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