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The Curtains (poem)

Updated on February 19, 2017

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

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