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Curtain Call

Shakespeare was right 'all the world is a stage, and all the men and women merely players'.
 
It's no wonder then that as I age I'm no longer the star of the show.Still on the stage but only just. Consigned to the background as an act of kindness.Audiences once held spellbound by my skill and vigour, now lean back in their seats with jaws wide open.
As I forget my lines and the makeup artists can no longer conceal the sagging blotchy skin, the thinning hair or the droopy eyes.They gasp as one as I move Biden like across the stage.Fearful I might stumble,fall and shatter bones like plates tossed on a Greek dancefloor.
 
They weep too ,not for me but for themselves.
In my final act they see their future.
 
And
 
They realise I'm no longer acting
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