Backstage Pass

I live my life amused
by those in love with
being in possession of
the backstage pass:

those smug with having
all access, familiarity,
easiness; those imagining 
it matters beyond the moment

the door opens
and everyone else
gets a glimpse and maybe
envies them for that time.

I live my life sorry
I cannot hand such passes
to everyone who longs for one:
my own world doesn’t 

qualify as worthy 
of such exclusive access.
If I could let you all in
to the places you want to be

I would. Some
privileges are worth using
and that I don’t have them
doesn’t make me think them

utterly unimportant. 
If I could break down those doors
I would and I would not take your 
place within, friend; I’d turn away

not in scorn but in humility,
happy to have served
and off to seek
another place to do the same.