I don’t ever really update my blog, mostly because I have nothing to really post about. This however I thought was important. My Father surprised me the other day when he emailed me a poem he wrote about improvisers. I was actually taken aback by what he wrote. Remember, my Father has only ever seen a handful of improv shows, but I suppose from the countless hours I’ve explained to him the mind of an improvisor or comedian in general, this is his interpretation of what we all do.
By Ron Scarborough
They’re men and women who dream.
They’re more magic than real.
They’re more than they seem.
They’re what they can feel.
Days for thinking, days for pretend.
Nights playing out a role.
Days of effort just to defend
The character in their soul.
They will not bend to the rules of the game,
And they will not follow your lead.
No two days are they ever the same,
And their lives may not suit your need.
Accept them now for what you see,
And do not challenge their dreams.
Their lives are always what they can be,
And nothings as real as it seems.
Their love is always to be on the stage,
To play the roles in their mind.
They only wish to be of an age
When people will nurture their kind.
So book your passage to a dreamer’s star.
Enjoy the world they can give you.
And never try to change what they are.
For hearts will break if you do.