Soft sound the cymbals as the curtain closes
No more thespian soliloquies and no more poses
Will anyone throw them a bouquet of roses?
Behind the curtain they wait frightened, unsure...
Great expectations, or small hope of elation
Beats in the hearts of each at his station
Were they really good, or just an abberation,
Suspense almost more than they can endure...
They hear the crowd murmur, what does it mean
Were they discussing some poorly done scene?
Or the decor? It was all done up in aquamarine
In an attempt to capture the original location...
They hear rustling, each in his armor turning about
To the opening curtain and the crowd with a shout
Showers them with a sustained standing ovation,
Now the actors know they chose the proper vocation.....
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