Hello, my audience
It surprise me that you attend
This lecture, of sorts, that I give.
I thought no one would listen
To my findings which I have acquired
Through these years.
But since you're here
And you too, my dear
I suppose I'd best begin.
When you were young
Do you remember being told
Stories of roses and gold
That await you when you grow old?
Do you remember
What your daddy said to you then
How, once you're past ten
You'd soon join the ranks of men?
Ah yes, you can.
Do you remember
What mommy said to you one time
That once you reach your prime
You'd best avoid a life of crime?
Do you remember
Having heard
Stories of the little bird,
Once thought dead, having stirred?
Oh yes, you can.
When you were young
Did you believe in all
That you would receive?
The fruits of life
That one special love
The peace of the dove?
Yes, I know you did,
As did I.
Now you are old
Do you still believe
All you were told?
Think of that, my friend
And listen on. . .
Have you ever loved
Someone, my friend?
In younger ways,
In lesser days,
Did you care for someone?
And did you attempt
To mend what you lost
And what you've gained
All these years?
Has your heart been broken
By promises that were spoken,
Yet hollow?
Does your love think of you
When you're away,
Even for a day?
And would you play your cards
For a word?
A word only spoken
And yet not thought?
Do you have someone
To come home to anytime
To dust the cobwebs
Of your heart?
Did you, do you, will you?
Unrequited love. . .
Listen, the wind blows . . .
. . . but is it real?
I have no claim for fortune
I have no claim to fame
The only thing that I can claim
Might only be my name.
I don't try to be a prophet
I don't want to be a seer
But then, you ask, why
Might you be here?
I am here to speak only
Of that which I have seen
Of things once thought useful
And things once thought dear.
For many things I have been
Many unkempt, some fairly clean.
I have no quest for answers
I leave that up to you.
You have heard all that I have said
And all I seem to do.
Feel free to go now back to your lives
Even go home to your wives
But think of all that I have said
And keep that in your head
And you needn't fear the living dead.
Goodbye my friends, audience.
The rest have left
Why do you stay?
Is there something
That you wish to say?
- Do you not remember me
- From years previously?
- You take the guise of an old man
- Spreading word of what you have learned
- But can you remember me?
A faded memory, perhaps
A face in a crowd of memories.
Wait, I can see it now. . .
Have you come back to haunt me?
- I've come to take you back
- I've realized my mistake
- By kicking you out of my life.
- But what you have said
- Makes me understand.
- Do you still love me,
- Old, grizzled, lonely young man?
My dear, can't you see
How I love you dearly?
All I have said,
And all that I do;
I see the answer clearly.
Would you take me back?
- I would, my love.
My audience of one, you are
So glad you could attend
So glad that someone still listens
Through the years to come.
But since you're here, my dear,
I will at last end my fear
And no longer have the need
Of The Soliloquy.
The wind blows truth
Through the air.
Catch the wind,
And hold her gently,
And your truth
Will answer.
The answer lies
In her love.
Love her . . .