You never quite feel it
Till just before the show
Right at the grand creshedo
The "thats all folks"
But when it does come
It waves and ebbs
Rolling and rising
How the memories consume
Abeit and roll again
Shifting while I stand
Falling back in time
Till I'm that little girl again
Waiting by the garden for you
Not 22 and placing the last rose you will ever see in bloom