My Turn

I've studied the material. I've practiced pretty hard

To be everything from bearded to a lineman to a bard.

By doing everything but doing, I know what I can learn.

Is it my turn?

To any movie goer it's the age-old situation,
Stuck between respect for friends an formed infatuation.

I've felt the ways it itches and I've felt the ways it burns.

Is it my turn?

Though despairing for the future, or the part that I can see,

Life has been persistent in so often bringing me

Life-redeeming second chances, and more than I have earned.

It is not my turn.