It’s time to admit that it’s time to start over.
Even Rome & Paris survived their hangover.
Time to look soberly at consumption & trade.
Time to leave out the green god of money to fade.
It’s both opening night & the wrap party too.
The producers will flee & the cast will be slew.
What remains is the hall & the settings of stage.
The ushers & the orchestra fighting for wage.
Eventually, the boards will be trod once again.
Telling faded old stories with a fresh golden spin.

