Best Meal Ever

A lifetime ago, we were just seventeen.
Leads in our school play rehearsing a scene.
Your dream, so you told me, was to be a star.
I hoped in my heart, you would go that far.

But immature me just chuckled and said,
“Your talent for acting will not keep you fed.”
You smiled and winked, “I’ll be famous one day.”
“Then I’ll eat my words,” was all I could say.

Now twenty years hence finds me back on that stage.
I teach Drama and Fine Arts, while you’re all the rage.
I’ve typed my prediction and stand where I stood.
I’m eating those words, and, damn, they taste good.