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Carnegie Hall
I became alive
like a turn of the century ingenue
thrust onto the stage and blinking in the spotlight.
The people clapped
because my dress was plain
but my face was pretty.
I gave a performance like Carnegie Hall.
When I die
it will be like taking a low bow
to a standing ovation
and running frightened, though excited,
back into the darkness.
I applaud this very poignant
I applaud this very poignant poem, and its simile, but I dearly hope that you need not run back into the darkness, but into the glorious light of the next, and everlasting, life.
Starward