Harmonies (Howe collection)/The Last Act

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THE LAST ACT
If life's a play—then what of us who sit
Filling the boxes, balconies, and pit?
How strange the drama, when not one of all
Can keep his seat until the curtain fall!
Some stay the first act out, and some the second;
Who see the fourth "old stagers" may be reckoned.
But ere the last is ended, every one
Takes up his cloak, and, looking back, is gone—
Like poor suburbans hurrying for a train,
Longing to see the end, alas! in vain.

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