My Final Bow


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    My Final Bow

    Alone on a stage in an empty auditorium
    The words to my speech rebounding
    I close my eyes to concentrate
    To escape from my life

    I face upstage pretending it's real
    Hoping I could disappear for now
    Turning around to see the crowd
    But every face I can see is yours

    How to escape this hell, I can't figure out
    Your voice shouting, ringing in my ears
    The flourescent lights suddenly too bright
    And then everything goes dark

    Rising in a black abyss
    Lonliness screaming in the air
    Facedown on the stage floor
    But light's leaking through the corners

    Facing the light, I turn around
    You're gone from the audience
    I stand to take my final bow
    And I know I'll be okay

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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