The curtain drops upon the stage,
Another actor will become of age,
Another tragedy will engulf two lovers,
While critics hide beneath their covers.
A script creates a world of wonder,
Where people love and often plunder,
Where lives are woven like a faded rug,
This play we see gives hearts a tug.
The plot and magic are melted thus,
Where who's the hero and who's to trust,
Are shown in scenes like some melodrama,
Played out in the open this panorama.
The curtain calls and final farewells,
Bring tears of joy who can we tell,
About this play that touched our souls,
Is centuries long and centuries old.