Life’s an Improv Show

Is there a script I haven’t read?

Or do we just fumble until we’re dead?

I traipse onto life’s mega stage

Unsure what I’m supposed to say

Each act in life an improv show

What happens next I do not know

Yet I maintain faith it’ll be okay

No matter what I do or do not say

Bit actors come and go

Main characters steal the show

Which am I in this play?

Where’s the director? Who’s to say?

Still I’ll try to keep up the act

Until I learn after the fact

What role I was meant to play

On life’s stage day to day

Son, brother, lover, friend, father

Am I the hero or merely cannon fodder?

I think the main writer went on strike

So life’s next act is an open mike

Is this parody of life a comedy?

Perhaps it’s really a dramedy

So I’ll laugh when it seems right

Cry or scream or maybe fight

While keeping an eye for the cue card

Because this improv crap is really hard

By the way, Whose Line Is It Anyway?

Oh, my turn, think of something to say

Now I approach the final curtain

Was my show a hit? I’m not certain

Take a bow to the unseen audience

Just as clueless it’s truly obvious

Some laughed, others just yawned or sighed

But I await the limo for my final ride

To the next act in this cosmic show

Into the limelight with an unearthly glow