My Last Night on Stage

At my dressing table, before the night has begun. Before the makeup

and costume go on, I sigh, "Oh, my."

In this room that has been my home for all of these years,

I start to cry. No, no tears. There's all that

surrounds me, those who've been here all these years. The wigs.

There are so many, red, brown, white,

even orange. The hats and feathers. Expensive to cheap, I've used every

one. My jewelry, oh my, beauties, you dazzle,