Done It .

         
           
The lights dim    
just before    
the curtain closes        

Some take a bow, some curtsy      
not that it matters, really      
When it’s done, it’s done      
They say        
"it ain’t over till the fat lady sings"     
Never found a truth      
in that        
Hell, even heard  
"the show, must go-on"     
nothing there either  
     
Truth is    
when it’s packed and done      
frocks move to wardrobe                
the dressing mirror lights die      
We take the walk down        
the long, dark, musky corridors      

Well at that time        
the show has been done;      
never been one    
to hold to them        
Have this ability      
to walk, the walk to
car parks           
knowing the last six months are done      
       
With or without a fat lady      
definitely without        
a show    
that must go on
   
When the curtain closes              
well then the show
has been done             
               
               
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