Oh! The cracked lips are like a severe drought. <br />And the sunburn skin as an Ethiopian race. <br />Her sleepless eyes caught a bygone memory. <br />She was admired on the stage when the curtain raised. <br />And the incessant rain of clapping, where were they gone? <br />The playful audience. <br />Still she acts in the life-drama but no spectators. <br />The stage is almost dark and she hears the faraway theme song gradually draws nearer. <br />She does the rehearsal; 'Stagecoach has come with all the horses, <br />Before it gets dark I have to pass the woods. <br />So I leave the script here for my brothers & sisters and the drama is not yet over.'<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/convulsions-of-an-old-stage-actress/
