The Demons Return

He’d fluffed all his lines in a silly school play
and alone in his room he was sobbing away.
I told him how once, when I was his age,
it happened to me: “…then I ran off the stage.
But you stayed till the end and acted your part;
that you’re feeling ashamed is breaking my heart:
I’m so proud of you! Yes, smile; good lad.
You conquered your demons; I – ” “…You OK, Dad?”