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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=430677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Funeral for One</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=430677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It's the one thing I can't rehearse <br>The final act where I have no lines<br>Or watch the audience in the isles<br>Complain of my performance in the role <br>And sneer derision that he looks so old<br>All powdered up and decked in mould <br>For one day they'll stand at their own curtains end <br>Being chewed by the flowers of their final applause <br>So long to the critics I can't hear you judge<br>Your despondent analysis of my really great lead<br>The only lead I ever had <br>In a role that I was born to play<br>In a role that I was born uncertain</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=430677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sitting there won't be so lonely<br>All cushioned up in velvet lining <br>Draped in mahogany chesterfield sachet<br>Escorted somewhere near the Hamptons <br>I'll be lead by strong men in maître d' form<br>Perhaps a young splendor will pass me a glance<br>While I'm indisposed to my own private table <br>Starring with thoughts that can't see conclusion <br>They'll be other occupants arranged in their seats <br>No one will see the others fatigue <br>Celebrating forever at our retire leisure <br>In a Funeral for one<br>And party that's just begun</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Kevin+Patrick">Kevin Patrick</a></strong></div>