P.S. To Casting (Poetry)

I should not have let go
those quite fabulous boys
or those moderately marvellous men
if I had half a chance
I’d re-savour those joys
and endure each sweet drama again

There were things to admire —
they had character traits
that would glow since this stage has grown bare
with no news of them now
and no clues to their fates
how would anyone guess I still care?

It’s a quirk of old age —
I should have no regrets —
life goes on like a long-runnng play
that’s so crowded and busy
the director forgets
why and when actors drifted away

They were stars — one and all
and they live in my eyes
those men and those boys twinkle on
in my ghostly theatre
a lone prompter cries
but the glittering cast are long-gone