Tuesday, March 17, 2009
You
So you got your applause,
At the end of 'The Dying Swan'.
The curtains came down,
And the world knew you were great.
Your little friends, like theatre mice,
Played plink plink plink on the piano.
You jauntily did your little dance,
And they all loved you, as did I.
Now you are gone, the scene is quiet.
No one puts on an act for me.
The little mice still applaud you in rapture,
Look hard to the wings, I still see you. ¶ 5:48 pm
At the end of 'The Dying Swan'.
The curtains came down,
And the world knew you were great.
Your little friends, like theatre mice,
Played plink plink plink on the piano.
You jauntily did your little dance,
And they all loved you, as did I.
Now you are gone, the scene is quiet.
No one puts on an act for me.
The little mice still applaud you in rapture,
Look hard to the wings, I still see you. ¶ 5:48 pm
