479 The player at curtain call March, 2013

Posted on March 13, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Think not,
when curtain falls
I disappear
Imagination wed to memory
births a thriving world,
where, running through
its streets and forests,
come the images of our play,
where it echos in the
hearts of the audience and I
live on in them.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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