[NicknamedBob]

Behind The Curtain

Rainbows are circles. They don’t have an end.
Their shimmering substance is only pretend.
We see them appear like a cloud in the sky,
But we don’t seem to notice how quickly they die.

They go out like a light when conditions have changed,
When the raindrops have stopped, or the Sun rearranged,
The illusion is shattered, and the show is now closed,
And no one has seen the great hand interposed.

They’ve watched and applauded, and all got their worth,
Of a show that can be simulcast all over Earth,
They will smile, and head homeward but one thing’s for certain,
They’ll pay no attention to the Man behind the curtain.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . October 10, 2005

[DollyCali]

Thank you Bob.. always enjoy your work.. and outstanding table....:-)

ha! Just got back with long walk /dinner w/frined & 2 dogs.. up & down hills etc. a few snow flurries & chilly.. great spring day!

[JustAmy]

Another great poem from the great poet!

Thanks, NnB. Keep 'em coming.

Your table setting is wonderful!

[MEG33]

Just beautiful, Bob..Thank you so much for your contributions to the Finest!