Life’s always at its best upon the screen.
It is not perfect. Life is never so.
There runs a struggle thru each shifting scene,
And shadows often come, their pall to throw
Across the landscape. Things go wrong a while.
But always comes at last the shine’s glow,
And gloom is followed by the song and smile.
In every drama wrong must have its reign,
In every tale the villain has his day;
Gladness we see, contrasting it with pain,
And truth is valued but by error’s sway.
The right and wrong are alternate in power,
The scene is now in sun, now shadow cast,
But tho the wrong may triumph for an hour,
The right is seated on the throne at last.