The Last Act
I will soon forget,
the laughter that I could give,
when life felt so right.
When the last curtain does fall,
there will not be an encore.
I stand on my mark.
Dust motes float in the spot light.
I curtsy left, right.
There is no applause to hear,
no one to see the last act.
The seats are empty,
the isles are not crowded,
the doors are boarded.
All that is left on this night,
is the final toast farewell.
Placement: 5th
Contest: A Choice Of Form
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment