There is no fade to Black

The curtain draws
The audience applause
But we all go alone
Off to the dressing room

The face in the mirror
Going over every error
Removing the mask
The clown taken to task

Despite the reviews
We pay our dues
Our judgment our own
Once the fans are gone

The time will come
When the surge is done
The new face the fad
Now the happy clown sad

Only thought of when they ask where are they now
Footnoted life aimed to please, the curtains down
Shows cancelled, cameras off, contract expired
No break a leg,  just broken hearted life retired

No one will miss you
No one will miss you

Except the one that really matters to you
The rare and few that completely have your back
If you’re lucky someone will explicitly love you
Real life’s a bitch in death there's no fades to Black

Kicky Valentine tm

Keeble Ink Publishing  2009