Making My Debut(CPlatt) I was making my debut
the last time I was here.
my brave resolution
the first week of the year.

Like that sixteen year old lad
who was smashing the darts,
Could I stand on that stage,
and speak from the heart?

Clutching my poems so tight
in these trembling hands,
really wanting to be the poet
and live up to my plans.

My eyes fixed on the paper
I couldn’t look out at the faces,
but I think it went well,
they laughed in all the right places.

Now I’ve read out my poems
does that makes me a Bard?
They call it Speak Easy,
but, man, this stuff’s hard.

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