The curtain falls, The last act ended,
Actors and Actresses have left the stage.
Rows of theatre seats unattended,
Nothing left of the hit that was all the rage.

Romeo and Julia one of Shakespears greats,
Hints of fame hang in the air,
The haunting echo of applause dissipates.
No one more the triumphs to share.

The Caretaker makes his lonely rounds,
Does he think of bygone days.
Of the Audiances and the colourful sounds,
Is his head full of pathos and plays.

No he is waiting for the break of day,
The long night will come to an end.
Homewards he will make his weary way,
Time with his loved ones to spend.

New blocks of offices will soar into the sky,
For the theatre of old is condemned.
Perhaps some will remember with a sigh,
That Shakespeare had come to an end.