The Actress
Behind the theaters' locked doors
A small stage stands silently longing.
Its curtains flung open wide,
Like arms yearning a lovers embrace.
A young actress has left her impression.
Her poised foot steps are still felt
On the creaky, but stout set floor.
Her lilting laugh lingers in the air,
Like cigarette smoke in a tavern.
The sincere inflections of her voice
Bounce off the walls in endless repeat,
Each echo more beautiful than the last.
For now, she has bid this theater farewell
In search of new roles on a larger stage.
Yes, she "ought to be in pictures"
"No part is too big, or too small."
Perhaps... Someday... If there’s truth in destiny,
She will captivate the hearts of millions.
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