Night Out at the Theater
The curtain falls across the vacant stage
the lonely crowd drifts slowly through the isles.
The actors backstage soothe their seething rage
and leave the world with fantasy and smiles
Now dims the glimmering spotlights from the view
and in the air a saddened spirit holds,
save where the stagehand hums his tune anew,
and sleepy stirrings remind the tale as told,
far from the annoying crowd’s empty life,
and empty dreams that never yearned to fill
the void, we feel the thrill, without the strife,
the theater-a cozy fire from winter’s chill.
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