/*As I ponder'd in silence: January 2011*/ Poetry Blog

Saturday, January 29, 2011

no tomorrow

My bag is empty, my act is done
The lights are tired… music undone
I walk further, spotlight follows me,
And I wave at the faces I’ve never seen!

Suddenly spotlight dims a little
I smile. It suits to show a fake riddle
I think it’s time to drop a curtain!
Later, dead applause will remain,
Tomorrow I'll have to come again.

If only for a night, I don’t have to be there
No tricks, ashes, words to borrow;
In the world outside this caged stage,
All I will have is... no tomorrow!