Curtain Call

The curtains are closing,
the moment has passed.
Is it comic or tragic?
Will this memory last?

The crowd is laughing,
but there’s a body on the scene.
Did they see the whole show?
Do they know what has been?

The actress rises
she’s back from the dead.
If only they knew,
just what she had said.

“I wish that was me there,
gone to the grave,
not just the display,
of the preformance I gave.”

So she smiles and bows
with her ghastly painted face,
and the inward dramatics,
proceed at great pace.

The audience leaves that night,
with merriment on their breath.
Not knowing her wishes,
to be laid at rest.

As the theater house empties,
she flees to the street,
hurrying by,
all those she would meet.

Her long hair flows back,
there’s a tear in her eye,
and none can understand,
what would make her cry.

A success!
The critics raved.
With her performance,
the show, she saved!

Yet the curtain crashes down,
as her slim body falls.
This comedy now tragic,
for she missed the curtain call.