The Final Bow

Just once more, he begged and pleaded to her
A hello and farewell tour as it were
She scoffs it’s the silliest thing she’s heard
And besides she’s now much too old a bird
For what purpose could there possibly be
To take on the burden of one like she
 
To argue money came quickly and went
Her career had made her quite affluent
Nor could he argue for awards or fame
Not with world-wide accolades in her name
Just one more stand in the glow of limelight
Doing the craft that has been her delight
 
Ten years had passed since she last graced a screen
And Broadway? Well that was a near fifteen
It goes back and forth for a little while
But he knows she’s in once he sees the smile
That smiles that stops men even as jaded as he
It was hard not to rub his hands with glee
 
Some thought she turned a new leaf in life
She brought none of the old dramas or strife
A junior diva tested this new meek
And learned from the curb that sweet is not weak
And not a step was missed as she rehearsed
Her new elegance shined as others cursed
 
The nocturne really tested her voice
Her body tired but she had no choice
Once her fire’s lit she’s in for the fight
And she was just fine come opening night
She trusted her nerves would not let her sway
As a full house harkens each word she says
 
When that solo light shines, she feels such bliss
And knows nothing, nothing will equal this
The applause thunders as the curtain falls
And she waits for the first of curtain calls
A bouquet of taffy and red roses
Greets her as she rises from her poses
 
She laughs at the joke, both ancient and sage
And waves at the giver just left of stage
Exhausted but grateful she has this chance
To act, to sing and yes a little dance
As the light faded, she fell to the floor
The diva had had her final encore
 
She was called difficult but the best
Fact to which all who knew her did attest
Eulogies told with melancholy tears
At the services filled with loved ones and peers
Every soul there agreed that it was
Fitting the last thing she heard was applause
woman on stage arms out

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Tonight Lillian tends bar at dVerse Poets Pub. It’s Open Link Night, where our words are all we’re ‘just sayin’…’ | Open Link Night : Just Sayin’ . . .

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19 thoughts on “The Final Bow

  1. Wow, this is beautifully striking and especially haunting at the end. It seemed she lived a full life as it finally came to center in her final moments–the moments relived that once made her feel happy. Such a great ending to a fantastic story in this poem. Excellent piece!

  2. What a great story you’ve told in your poem. And the twist, that she takes her final bow on the stage…and this is all indeed a eulogy of sorts. I’m reminded of Judy Garland’s comeback…and all she went through. She did not die on stage though…..but certainly her fame, the studios in those days working her to the bone as a young actress and singer….the pills etc. The limelight is not always kind even though the applause can be the upper.

  3. What a marvelous story, so intuitively told, taking us along on her life journey. You’ve made magic with your words. Thank you!

  4. You told her story so well, whoever she was, or is. Maybe this is a dream for someone that has yet to make her comeback. I love the photo you chose to go with your poem.

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