Curtain Call

Curtain Call long poem

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How do you say goodbye
to everyone you love,
your family and friends
who you hold high above.

How do you say goodbye
to the one in your heart;
your soul mate, from who
none could tear you apart.

Your night and your day
and in every sweet way,
no words could express
what you’re needing to say.

How do you say goodbye
to the child in your hand
who you’ve loved and nurtured
and played with in the sand.

Just what do you say to
those questioning eyes,
for they’ll never understand
all your tearful goodbyes.

How could you sigh
and just simply let go
of all that you love
and all that you know.

Heartbreak and fear
as you bid them goodbye,
their tear stained faces
framing sorrowful eyes.

How on earth do we cope
with that harshest reality,
that everything must end
with such certain finality.

How do you say goodbye
to everything you know,
and how will you feel
at the end of the show?

Treasured words
and rapturous applause
but the curtain closes
without an encore.

Grief and sorrow,
frustration and rage,
the final curtain call
on a desolate stage.

Written by Darren Scanlon, April 2014.
Revised 17th May 2015.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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Such a poignant verse about the grim reaper who comes calling at our much emotion and yet such simplicity of narration..remarkable @dartherino


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