as the curtain draws to a close
our final act is complete
we part in glorious harmony
now that the work is done.
But the memories remain
Of our sweet days so fine
The laughter, the tears, the inside jokes-
“Pull the string!” ringing in our ears
Don’t forget us,
Once we’re gone.
For our names are written here
On that dear, old stage and friend.
My fellow actors,
My friends, my loves
You’ve become my family
And family doesn’t forget.
We fight-we scream
We forgive and we laugh
No family is perfect
And neither are we
I love you all-my family.
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