Frank And Rita

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Love this film!! x

Frank and Rita

" I listen to poetry and music and then I can live,

You see darling the rest of the time it's just me and it's not enough.'

Rita has wanted to sing a better song, better than the one she'd been singing her whole life long.

Frank had sat amongst his books and talked about those dead old poets.

Rita believed that some other culture would make her better, not talking crap and drinking beer.

Frank wanted to be free to live, lust, think and feel. Breathe.

Like chalk and cheese the two first seemed.

An ocean of differences set them apart.

The expanse could have been class and culture.

The Scouser hairdresser and the scholarly fart.

Yet what it was

Was not as it appeared.

Franks bottle hid behind the many books but never quenched his thirst.

Rita craved to learn, to change, to grow.

Each as if gazing into some magic mirror,

Could see some missing place,

Within the other’s face.

Rita, did change, she learnt, she grew.

She also changed her friends, her name, her clothes, her shoes.

Frank despaired at what she’d lost.

Rita angered, as he drank and wasted all he’d got.

His drunken words filled the room,

Echoed around the hall.

“Poetry, Literature!

What does it benefit a man if he gaineth Literatuuure but loseth his soul?”

It all turned out well you know, the tale of Frank and Rita.

Like chalk and cheese they may have seemed,

But there was so much more to tell.

Perceptions of each other, mixed and muddled,

Misunderstood.

That Mirror just an image.

It was their friendship that took them to their missing places.

And helped them know that poetry, music, and worth,

Could be found in some plain old mirror and in their very own faces.

" I listen to poetry and music and then I can live,

You see darling the rest of the time it's just me and it's not enough.'

Helen.