The Curtains (poem)
The curtains had descended on the show
At last the cast could claim their final bow
And he he managed through it all somehow
Yet how he faced each day he doesn’t know
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He sees new well earned wrinkles on his brow
Reminders how he managed every blow
Surprising how his eyes maintained their glow
Yet all of his tomorrows start from now
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But who will have a soul as old as he
Who only knew one purpose for the day
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His bleakness made it very hard to see
Those youthful days so very far away
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And as he stared into his misery
Someone had passed a special note his way