These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Script

The script is precious for the play
with words and actions there,
but when it's lost e'en for a day
the heart is filled with care.

"O, where'd it go?" We toss and turn
to think our script now home,
but when it's o'er great new we'll learn
before new paths we roam.

The script could be in the practice room,
and safe 'til next we meet.
Embarrassed we, but it no doom.
New start will be most sweet.

The script could be in the parking lot.
Another soul could find,
and keep it safe, until the spot,
where giving's wondrous kind.

The script could be quite lost, unfound,
and we would have to pay
the price to restore with heart unbound,
and live another day.

One thing's for sure the script's somewhere,
and college students know,
they've each misplaced a book, felt care,
and lived anew to grow.

Yet, losing something that's not yours
is a heavy responsibility.
With someone's help, we'll find the cure
and learn a new ability.

by Jay O’Toole
on August 24th, 2022