The Play's the Thing

The Play’s The Thing Every day the same play. The moment I rise, the first act begins, the same plot all over again. Only the actors, only the scenery, vary. Act after act, no intermission, no denouement, it never ends. Every night, in the front row, the same lady in a plumed hat shouts, “Author, Author!” I smile, I bow, what else can I do? Finally, I pull the curtain and turn in. Donal Mahoney