After The Show Poem by eve Taylor

After The Show



As the final curtain draws,

there will be no last call,

no memberable soliloquy,

no pause after the applause,

when it's done and the lights come on,

seats will be emptied and they will all move along,

hopefully they will recall the final song.

Sunday, November 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: poem,poetry
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Aditi Ray 12 November 2018

lovely metaphor to describe the transience of everything

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Aditi Ray 12 November 2018

lovely metaphor to describe the transience of wverything

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