Once I loved to
act. Do impressions,
impress others with my whim
now I don't do that
my ability to charm is slim
I would laugh, and make faces
in all kinds of places
and in all kinds of spaces
I'd go do these faces

Now I don't do that
when I try I fail
my throat clogs with phlegm
and my jokes have gone stale

Once, recently I tried
I got a laugh, it was great
my heart fluttered with excitement
it might not be too late
I went on and on,
having a great time
when the day was over
I went to bed

Thought about how
great things were
thought about how
I would be back for sure

I haven't tried since then
my one shot at revival
I am lonely again
my whit is archival