The show must go on…
That’s right, isn’t it?
But why must it go on?
Asking for a friend…
Who decides what lives or dies?
Figuratively speaking of course…
Does anyone care if the show goes on?
Performers in limbo
Just a few arrive for practice
The rest, well no one is sure
Names still on the marquis
Biographies and histories
Lots of people wondering
Are they ever returning?
Has the limelight gotten too dim?
The stages too worn
Audience too thin
The crowds more like a small gathering
But enthusiastic and engaged
They keep coming
Maybe silently thinking
That this will be their last show
Enjoy the acts for a final time
And then quietly go…
Slip away to that unknown place
Perhaps they’ll find our missing performers
Ask them why and when and what the reasons
For going away, that is…
When going on appears to be going away
But on occasion
Someone long lost suddenly appears
Full of zest and ready to perform
A star is reborn…
Whispers among the crowds
Could it be?
Might is be?
Is there a chance that more will follow?
Acts unseen for years
Joining the few that have never wavered
Oh the joy
Lines at the ticket counter
Conversations and visitations
And for a few days it seems as if all is well
At least until they go…
Lost again to the ‘who knows where’
Voices gone silent
Emptiness once again creeps in
The nagging feeling returns
Could the show continue?
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