The final curtain call has come
Most actors bow, more gracious, some

Confusion writ on faces, frown
Awaits the curtain to come down

Perhaps, the empty theatre
Might spark an interest, even here

So few remain out o the stage
Those actors, poets, songsters, sage

But I'm so weary from the play
The view from here..still feels the fray

Suppose I've been a bit naive
Concerning what I don't percieve

The LeBretto seemed an easy read
Fulfilling, at the time, my need

But, now my heart from here, is gone
And so, I exit..from stage Wrong

*I'm taking a break..long over due. things here have certainly tired and concerned me. i have gained so much from the artists here. i hope that i havee given some in return....my love always...k