The Harlequin (aka Games)

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How far along the jester’s road,
Along its twisted track,
Will you realise your playful lies
Will turn and stab your back?

The games you play at other’s expense,
The laughter that you win,
Then only serves to build a debt
Which you can ne’er cash in.

Give a thought, my harlequined friend,
To the lives you touch each day.
Whose colour they then give to you
And which you ne’er repay.

First published March 1997
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By Edward

The Here & Now

I’m working on developing a feature film – a supernatural thriller. You can find more about this on my production website. I am doing a script readthrough at Pinewood later in March for a TV comedy pilot. Plus the usual audition rounds of course. And my IMDb StarMeter has improved by 30,000!