Tonight's Poet Corner: Closing Night
Closing Night
by Belinda Roddie
This is the way my world ends:
not with a bang, but with a curtain call.
I'm brought to the brink of a stage where
rose petals have already been petrified
and turned to gray. Still, I look forward
to the next script I'm offered; perhaps
this time, I'll play a villain or magician.
Or maybe the story will be funnier, with
way fewer lofty and pretentious monologues,
which the audience seems to snore at.
by Belinda Roddie
This is the way my world ends:
not with a bang, but with a curtain call.
I'm brought to the brink of a stage where
rose petals have already been petrified
and turned to gray. Still, I look forward
to the next script I'm offered; perhaps
this time, I'll play a villain or magician.
Or maybe the story will be funnier, with
way fewer lofty and pretentious monologues,
which the audience seems to snore at.
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