“Amor” by Jack Vettriano
Type-cast by Love
Even the bad tastes good in my history
when I turn back the pages
and yes, it was all about love, all about
the many ways and forms I was molded,
shaped by love, by the sleepless nights
of loving and hoping to be loved.
A longer life than I sometimes admit to,
My Director chose the most wonderful parts..
and I accepted every one, because…
well I knew, I did not write the play..
Still I had themes just made for me…
amazing roles and I learned the inside
out of love and loss.
I was type-cast by love and I didn’t care.
Love, lack of love, more love than I knew what to do with…
I was up for each role..
even trying to stay within the rules.
I learned to love the loveless…
because I always could see inside.
I made strange choices, that in the end, turned out just fine..
When love is the compass, the North Star,
there is little danger of not getting to where you were going.
I never noticed details, that might impede,
On the contrary. I embraced each new script of love,
with a seasoned actor’s security….
Out of the corner of my eye
watching for the Director’s nod
I’d throw my whole self into the role.
It’s time to say, “Thank you,”
as my large reel is winding down.
Grateful for every walk-on, for every starring role,
I still keep that sign out in front saying..
“Free to be in the next production”
“Open for love in your upcoming show.”
I only work for The Best.
Nov. 19, 2021