Julian Wanted It Played Again

Here’s what I know of it,

That on an evening’s night

My nephew saw a play

When he was young

And sat through with impatience 

Until the end,

And when it was done,

This very strange musical,

He wanted it played again.

Now, 

In that moment 

It did not matter

Where the story began,

And that memory will endure

Long after my fresh experiences 

With those books fade again.

Although,

To be fair,

Nothing could be more clear,

However off the rhyme inferred;

Very little possible 

Could erase them from the stage,

Now that their words

Have so happily settled.