Oh, the greatest play is on;
The audience has filled the hall.
After the whole cast have sung their all,
All Epicurus’s hairs stand in awe.
Then comes the main actor’s solo,
The backdrop the whispers billow:
That main actor can hit the high notes,
But so badly he mangles the lows.
Then he sees one by one the seats go,
And, yes, so do the highbrow’s shadows.
But he still sings the part with his heart,
Knowing fully well it is his last.
Though there’s but one audience left,
(She is his best friend since birth)
The actor sings with candor,
His efforts taking their toll
On his voice and throat and soul,
His friend’s eyes glued on the show.
Right after the actor’s singing has stopped,
His best friend, teary-eyed, quickly stands up,
Does her applause, and proudly bows,
Shouting “Encore! Encore! Encore!”
But the actor can’t give no more;
Pleased, he falls lifeless on the floor.