Curtains Poem by Z. S. Tabor Mr.

I went to the theatre
Even though I didn't want to
My eyes were glued to the passing presence
Of that which I might include
A desperate feeling of solitude
But while they clapped I felt reassured
Because I clapped too not knowing if I was heard
They bowed as if to say I was in control
Even though I didn't like the show
Still I didn't realize the time spent
When the same old shit keeps me in relent
Suposedly I'd take it home
But I still haven't thought about
What I saw because I was waiting for the crowd to apploud