Seven Acts

First, with soft-cheeked smiles, circled by bubbles;
On his back, the pink print of mother’s hand.

Then, the ardent youth, boldly projecting,
Impatient to overcome infant roles.

Third, the costumed idol, loved by lenses;
Doors to studios and boudoirs swing wide.

Fourth, in the glare of the sun, a hot name,
Snapped and dated by many, known by few.

Fifth, in character parts, needing a hit;
Days without control, scribbling life chapters.

Sixth, all but forgotten, alone on stage,
Dispensing dissipations to firm fans.

Lastly, wanted again, record boosting;
Shining with a fearless humility.