Who Will Clap for Me?

(Photo taken at the Philadelphia Flower Show)

This is a poem I have loved dearly for years. Sorry but I've forgotten the author. I relate to it because I'm an extrovert and evidently I'm in that 1% of people who love to speak in public. But -- I often ask myself -- Who is the real audience?

Who will Clap for Me?

I am often dramatic

Sometimes ecstatic

In the role I play

On the stage of Life.

I bow

And bask

In the limelight

Hoarding each moment

Of thunderous applause.

But when the curtain is pulled

For the last time

When the crowds have dispersed

And the stage is dark

Who will clap for me then Lord?

You?