The curtain now has fully closed-
So why am I still on this stage
Declaiming words I never wrote.
Why am I in fancy costume, with
Heavy makeup on my face
To hide the wrinkles of my failings
And paint me as a thespian.
Cast in a play they say I’ve written
With a pen that's never touched my hand
And a last act that I’ve never seen.
I haven’t learned the blocking yet,
So I don’t know which way to move
Or which door I should exit through
And what will be my final lines.
As lights go down from the Interval
The audience regains their seats
To watch me in the final scene.
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It’s over so I bow to scant applause
And no one comes to hand me flowers.
I stumble as the lights go slowly out,
And make my way from memory
To my dressing room down a dusty hall
Where I will take this garish makeup off
And walk home as the girl I really am.
ljm
Can't seem to lose this theme.; My whole world's a stage.