Poems. The Curtain Falls.

When the final curtain falls, and the stage is empty and still,

When the audience’s applause has faded, and gone is its cheering thrill.

Though the theater seats are empty, and the searing stage lights dim,

Sweet memories still will linger, much like a heavenly hymn.

We wore our sweaty costumes, our characters, to help create,

Their power to do so oft times, up for laughable debate.

We delivered our lines sincerely, and as best we could,

But still went suddenly blank, on the very spot where we stood.

We laughed, we cried, and sometimes cursed,

Still, the show went on, our pains and problems gently nursed.

So, as we waved goodbye on Closing Night,

The theater muses smiled down on us, dancing with delight.

“Arsenic and Old Lace” may have closed, but it’s really not goodbye,

Because treasured memories never fade, and never, never die.

(A poem penned by Anthony Wayne Kalberg)