It was but days
ago; it was alive-
A splendid show of
young vitality.
The singers and
dancers did seem to strive
To light the room
and set all passion free.
The artists'
crafts that made the glorious set,
Once lit by light
in shadow now do lie.
But memory still
does that stage beget
to bring back life
and colour with a sigh
Now derelict that
place of glory stays.
Now not but ghosts
can dance to shift the dust.
Still memories
don't come in better ways,
Than on that stage
where success was a must.
To sing and see
her dancing there again,
Are memories lost
to a thought of when...
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