The script was written long ago
And the cast chosen well before the play
The lead, a charmer , glib and comely
Delighted in the role and played to the house.
“Packed to the the rafters’ , the agents would remark,
And adoration poured cross the boards.
For many years this blockbuster ran
It seemed the audience would never bore
Of watching the magic that flowed, or hearing
the words that flowed so well with the score.
Till one gray afternoon while playing the matinee
One grizzled old actor realized with dismay
That the picture presented had grown so large
That his part had grown less than the life
And realized that all the energy imparted had taken its toll
So he stepped back and relished
And tried to embellish
What once was all about him
But now merely reflected that once was all he knew.