There was a time, though filled and spent in moments, never days and rarely hours, when smiles and warmth existed. A look, or touch, or a simple word or sound, was all it took for pleasure, brief though it was. Not now no more, some effort is required, to replace the smallest of deeds, and all while strength declines. How much do I need that smile, any more? Is it worth the energy spent? I say no and the need has left me. The Play has had its run. Good night, good bye, so long.