Halt, Oh Curtain, Fall Not On Me
by Marty Lewinter
Halt, oh curtain, fall not on me.
Many scenes have I yet to play.
Happy audience fail not to see,
On my grand stage, the shining day!
Though now my face bears scars of time
And my wounded smiles at times conceal
My sun-lit pages of joyous rhyme
That made my listeners’ spirits heal,
The impact of my powerful plays
Somehow have not at all subsided
And new works fill my busy days,
That by joy and sorrow are divided.
Now every curtain must finally fall
And the noblest of souls must one day die,
But I’ll always hear the bugle call
That beckons me once more to try.
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