That’s OK! (by me)

Never try to date musicians
Actors, players or politicians
All who make fame their lifelong mission
Feel compelled to keep ambition

Uppermost in their mind’s eye.
Resisting those whose hopes may lie
In other kinds of pie-filled sky,
Aspire to happiness: decry

The complex marketing campaigns
To fill your dreams with endless strains
Of violins, and chilled champagne
(Someone is selling something vain)

You’re not obliged to join, partake
In putting out, appearing, fake
So falsely cheerful, on the make
We don’t all want the same big break

And there are many paths to tread
That do less harm and keep you fed
You could just read a book instead
To fill your soul, first fill your head

The Balancing Act

We cram them in
All sorts and types
And show them ‘sin’
Dressed up in tights

A high wire tale
Of bird and bee
The truth is veiled
For all to see

She tiptoes out
Along the line
With parasol
Come rain or shine

And does her pretty
Pantomime
To show the world
She’s doing fine

The rose she throws
To rows of seats
A thorny trick
For kids whose sweets

Still stain the hands
The cheek, the lip
That pales to see
This vision slip

As feathers flutter
To the floor
The wire dips
The girl no more

Is perched upon
Her roosting place
But safe below
And in disgrace