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Remembering, to this day,
I still don’t understand.
When the school play drew near,
Why would I enter the fray?
Putting up my hand,
and risking a jeer.

The role was easy to play,
to mingle silently as planned.
A simple task to adhere,
Props for me included a tray.
Offering wine on demand.
No lines to learn, gave less fear,
My mood, far from blue.

Opening night got underway,
The small town hall had no band.
Bravely noting what I chose so clear.
Footlights ablaze, about to portray.
Unable to see far was easy to withstand,
beyond the first row of seats there.

Moving round, offering a buffet,
With a friendly smile, feeling grand,
That was oft returned, perhaps sincere.
No longer told by most, go away,
enjoying it temporarily firsthand.
A lesson I learned that year,
they were acting too.