The Show Goes On (Poetry)

Age has moved us out of the spotlight.
Now at the side of the stage we linger — dream
of how we spent our youth —
conjure up its lost delight
recall again each favourite scene.

The boards we walked are haunted still
by all those faded loves — remembered lines
we thought held all the weight of truth
and stirred-up passion years could never kill.
But stars change with the times.

The kindly shadows keep us — wrap us round.
Nostalgia’s gentle in its woolly grey
and muted colour tones to soothe
the ache evoked from cues — the swelling sound
of overtures — when we starred in that play.