Friday, August 5, 2011

Poem #523

Curtain Call

The curtain’s down, the time is now,
I should come out and take my bow.
The show went well, the best by far,
And I feel exactly like a star.
The lights go out, the room’s pitch black,
As I make my way around the back,
And push the velvet curtain of red,
Aside, before another word is said.
My feet sound loud against the wood floor,
As I make my way on stage once more.
I see the faces of the crowd,
And suddenly, the room’s quite loud.
The sound of cheers, they rise and fall,
As I step out for my curtain call.

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