There stands the Palace Theatre,
A shadow of it’s past.
A place of laughter and of mirth
Whilst memories still last,
Of pantomimes that thrilled young minds
Performed by willing casts.
Here too, at annual Scout Gang Show,
I sang and there performed
A cornet medley on the stage
“The Lost Chord’s” notes that framed
Monastic scene where two young boys
Brought comfort as monks prayed.
Yet as I view that place today
And see it’s sad decay,
It’s former glory, now long past,
A facade of dismay;
I bring to mind another stage
Where broken lives display.
Such promise in their days of youth
Of hope, now long since crushed
As moth and rust’s corruption takes
It’s deadly toll, now dashed
Upon the passing rocks of time
Where shattered lives are smashed.
Lord help me see in broken lives
Your drama there unfold,
As on the stage of life you show
A buried treasure, gold
And as I take a lower part
Help them regain, stand bold.
“The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.”
– Mahatma Gandhi
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