Dim the lights, please

All my heart's a stage:
I am the audience,
humming with anticipation;
the arrogant diva,
hogging center stage,
proclaiming "me, me, me, ME!;"
the stage manager,
rolling her eyes and going for the hook;
the aging thespian,
stumbling in the dark backstage,
wondering which lines I'll forget tonight;
the young lovers,
cooing in the wings;
the anxious novice,
trembling with stage fright.
You man the lights and sound,
illuminating it all,
amplifying each perfect note
highlighting each missed entrance.
Dim the house lights, please --
I cannot bear to watch.




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