The last curtain came down
one evening at nine
its drapery falling
to signal ‘it’s time’
The theater dark
all stagehands have gone
alone in her presence
my final swan song
The exit door opens
a new crowd appears
applauding me onward
past laughter and tears
With one final bow
but never so sure
eternity clapping
— forever’s encore
(The Bryn Mawr Theater: August, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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I get the picture of life in this poem. Maybe wrong but it applies well with the words given. Lovely my friend
A place we are all headed to ... hopefully with a graceful exit.
This graceful farewell feels like a quiet triumph…a final bow that’s more beginning than end, and I dig that. The “eternity clapping” line is just beautiful…turning the close of one stage into the opening of another. Loved this one a lot, Kurt. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Man.
You are most welcome, my friend.
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