My Final Curtain

No encore demanded, I stand alone No applause as I hang up my ‘microphone’ But what do they care, for no empty chair Has ever acknowledged good tone I took to this stage in a different age I think then, the Stones were the rage Yet, I’ve appeared here, daily for years And sung like a songbird uncaged But this, my last bow, arthritic now Elicits no ‘Bravo’ or ‘Wow’ I gave it my best, my stage put to rest A field I can no longer plough For fifty years hired, tomorrow retired This caretaker? No longer required So thanks for the chance, to sing and to dance Enacting the dreams I desired My time to go, my time to rest The silence now, inside my chest Applause resounds, my lights go down I take my leave, where I lived best