When a life ends, always a dimming of light
falls across the once vauldevillian stage,
that was scattered with punchline laughter
The echoes of one-liners, filling the vacant balcony
and out on the street, the faint sound of music, fades
Rolled up playbills, caught in the avenue' s breeze
A sad reminder, of how sweet the show...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your pen has such a manner... one that imparts your heart to your audience... you dear poet write like you feel... and you feel wonderfully.