A poem by Meg Sorick
It’s a tired old story played on a broken down stage
Second rate performances by a third rate cast
When the end is no grand finale
The last scene concludes
With the actors running out of script
The stage lights dim as they stare
At the orchestra abandoning the pit
While a single, slow clap of applause
Echoes in the darkened theater
Header image: The Uptown Theater ~ Photo by Hidden City Philadelphia
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 
Wow! That’s a sad one!
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I’m in such a gloomy mood – I think this weather is at fault! 😨
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That is very, very, clever Meg. Well done.
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Thank you Peter. I haven’t been writing much poetry lately. Thought I’d try one for a change of pace!
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This is terrific, Doc. I love the analogy, which could apply to any number of scenarios. Perfect for the photo too. 😊
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Thanks so much! Yep, wide open for interpretation!
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It’s cool. 😊
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“Running out of script.” So many of my days feel like that. Lovely poem–keep ’em coming!
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Thank you! I occasionally get the inspiration to try a poem. 🙂
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Excellent! I love the photos of old dilapidated buildings. There are some great photographers out there.
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Me too! Abandoned places have a distinct kind of beauty. 🙂
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I like it, even if it is kind of depressing, haha! But, geez, what isn’t lately? We had another dusting of snow and expect rain/snow Monday for the Cubs home opener. Yay.
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Right? Ugh. I am in such a funk!
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I know, this weather is so awful. It was 16 here this morning!
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