UNSCRIPTED

I am so tired of reading
lines written for me by others
always a cold reading
lacking emotion and substance.
I have my own voice, ready
to deliver my soliloquy.
I have been living
for seven decades.
But I know that I
will be seen as yet
another Yorick
ushered off the stage.
And I imaging myself
remembered by someone younger
who will recall no more
than a passing memory.

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