Swan Song
As the curtain falls on the final act of this terrible tragedy.
My drama too, will arrive at its final somber scene.
The plot lines are nothing new, recycled and repeated.
The performance is worn and tired, the actor only acquiesces.
He’s been typecast as a victim, So with certainty he screams!
If all the world is a stage, this shall be my swan song!
by
EhWellposted on 06/25/2009
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