The man that I forgot has come back to me, though I did all I could to sever my ties with him.

Turns out he was always waiting for me to stop playing a role I had assigned to myself and never followed the script anyway.

Lending itself to “acts” that had no cohesion to the previous one nor to the following one ….. leaving and audience questioning when to get on the train and when to get off……

but the “ slip covers” never fit the scene nor the furniture 🪑….. they are gone. What had been considered needing protection were sloppy attempts to hide what the character really was….” A man tumbling through life gathering bits and pieces to the consternation of critics that never understood the “ story “ anyway. Demanding that the story line be less riddled with valleys and mountains and in their place meadows and fields.

which the “ false man” succumbed to …. Rewriting the script that was more acceptable to the “critics”, but his heart was never in it and the reviews said as much. Nothing worse than an actor playing a role he can’t identify with.

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Patiently the “ Man I forgot”…. Came forth from the spot and tipped his hat 🎩 and bowed.

” Now my friend it you have finished with your game of pretend, I marked were we left off…..you still have a few years and the the world 🌎 insists on showing you a better way.”

The play is over and the end is just the beginning….,

to thine own self be true…… or be a poor imitation

oboe the hobo

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