Bar dancer,
When it grows dark,
Opaque
Your theatre,
Theatre opens it,
Opens it,
You dressing,
Dressing under
The curtain,
The curtain
Dressing,
Powdering and creaming
Before the mirror
And in dazzling costumes
And make-ups,
You to take to the stage,
Light falling upon,
The dress embroidered
And bespangled,
Light falling and scattering
Just as the twinkles
Of the stars,
But your audience drunk,
Drunk in full
Unable to stand
And you,
You by them
Dealing with,
Handling,
Handling them!
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But your audience drunk, Drunk in full Unable to stand And you, You by them Dealing with, Handling, Handling them! .....a true and touching picture is nicely portrayed. A beautiful poem is brilliantly executed. Thanks for sharing