As the Curtains Close

Standing in the spotlight, I recite my final lines.

As the play ends, hundreds applaud, entertained.
Taking a bow, I thank them for their appreciation.
Smiling sweetly, I wave to those I recognize.

As the heavy red curtains close for the last time,
I step off the stage that has become my home.
Beautiful roses lie at my feet, crimson red.
Beautiful roses; a temporary beauty...

As the heavy red curtains seperate me from the audience,
I step off the stage for the final time;
Shedding my caracter's skin, moving on.

*a metaphor, for those who understand it...