Curtains

Baby, take your bow.

You've reached the close of the show,

And the stage curtains are falling.

Baby, what now?

You didn't plan for the end of the show.

The act that consumed you is concluding.

Baby, where to?

You step off the stage, step out of your shoes,

Wipe off the make-up, the costume is fading.

Baby, make your move.

The deceptive acclaim won't show up on the sidewalk,

Puzzled, you wonder why the limo's not waiting.

Baby, it's over.

A falling star is no longer star of any show,

So crawl in with the good folks who stop to pick you up.

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