A Retired Thespian

The smell of wood shavings and latex,

as I open the double-doors

to this magnificent realm of theatrics.

The scent wafting over my nose,

and the old, rugged aisle

under my bare feet

are like second nature.

Walking towards the stage,

excitement fills my soul.

I climb the stairs.

Stage Left.

My feelings of excitement quickly subside.

My journey here ending.

Oh, how bittersweet it is

The used stage is chalky, dirty.

I pace back and forth.

Stage Left to Stage Right

and back to Center Stage.

I stand in silence

for what seems like an eternity,

reminiscing on the times I’ve had,

from auditions, to rehearsals and call time.

Putting myself into a role,

has never felt better.

Standing there,

I can see it!

My very first show!

Happy Days it was called!

I can see the lights,

and hear the music,

“Sunday, Monday Happy Days,

Tuesday, Wednesday Happy Days!”

The Fonz in his black, leather jacket,

strutting across the stage

to lead us in curtain call

I can see it all,

and they were truly,

Happy Days.