Dancer

Your life's a stage, an empty page
For us to be entertained
You walk around, and play the clown
And we pay you your applause wage

It might be nice if once or twice
You did something of note
But all the ways you've learned to say
"I'm human" have been learned by rote

Stay with me; we two could be
A team that'd never part
But all the ways you've learned to say
"I love you" never reached your heart

Wrote this in 1985. I was 15. Unlike my poems, my songs are usually fictional, often based on characters in some novel I was working on at the time, and this is no exception.