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Curtain call

T0 Spencer Snyder, age 80

		Curtain Call    
He signed you for a starring role, with no time to rehearse,
None had played the part before, so no-one better or worse,
Been a long run and the folks keep coming, your lines change like your sox,
Director nods up in the Gods, no prompter in the box,
	And every time you looked to Him, He’d smile and say Well Done,
	Despite your wild unscripted words, you could do no wrong
	Though critics voiced opinions, you know what worth they are,
	Mostly orificial, mostly rated R!
		Curtain Call! 		You’re on again today
		You can prance and sing and pirouette or sulk the night away
		Curtain Call! 		Delight with what you’ve got,
		When you act on inspiration, you can’t be what you’re not.

Well, all runs have their ups and downs, you faltered there sometimes
And scowled at other actors for their excrementary lines,
Complaints they won you nothing but laughter from the crew
But now you know they’re there to show the very best in you!
	One day you’ll hear a casting-call, Director’s words are spare:
	“The part you played was perfect, I’ve another one to share,
	But because you did amuse me with your foibles, funks and fears,
	I’ll let you practice this one for another 20 years!”
Curtain Call!   You get…. no stand-in for your role
		You signed for the duration when you were just a soul
		Curtain Call!   When you grasp a life, there’s no-one here to blame,
		And how much you enlighten us your only claim to fame!

You pondered long life’s meaning, but the guru’s words rang true,
That it don’t mean a goldarn thing but what it means to you,
It’s meant to be a mystery, of that you can be sure,
And for your play, if we had our way, we’d implore Encore!
	And at your final curtain, kindly exit with a smile,
	To let us know you loved the part for just a little while,
	We’ll stand for your ovation if we’re not all in the ground,
	It’s a goodly bet that’s all you get for having us around!
		Curtain Call! (It sounds) every morning when you rise,
		The stage has made you large as life, regardless of your size,
		Curtain Call! 	We love you,	 please curtsey to acclaim,
		An arch-angelic Oscar has been chiseled with your name!

Copyright © Christopher Murphy | Year Posted 2021

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