END OF SEASON

END OF SEASON

A street goes dark as the theatre closes
All lights turn off and the season’s done
Productions here have seen better days
A dusty and now empty stage looks bare
No longer shall boards be trodden there
Fame has passed by, but a memory stays
Of all performances, it was the only one
The challenge that an absent critic poses

November is like the gap in a toothy grin
Some local audiences, but hardly enough
The unfilled seats offer a depressing sight
Now actors and stage hands sense an end
The theatre now has no help left to lend
But not like back then, when at its height
With three shows a day, work was tough
It took so little to bring the audiences in

The current run, now over, went alright
A sadness felt by all at the end of season
It rolls in silently like a cool evening mist
A rest for most, perhaps for some, a tear
Panto calls others, as an echo of last year
All the cast members, hugged and kissed
Success or not, yet rarely ever any reason
The last goodbyes, and out into the night