Broadway Sestina

As the curtain rises, we see a Woman
Who just two years ago climbed the Steps
Clutched in hand, a small amount of Money
Before Broadway she’d had less than a Life
Her days spent weeping over Love
She traded her sorrows for the Stage

Now she lived for the Stage
More a Marionette then a Woman
Who sang and danced and felt Love
For the masses waiting beyond the Steps
For her own she had no other Life
Performance was worth more than Money

She never had quite enough Money
She had sold her soul for the Stage
It was a lonely, troubled Life
For a girl quickly turned Woman
Who had climbed at sixteen the Steps
After finally losing her Love

She had filled the void with a new Love
One she couldn’t buy with Money
To those who climbed the Steps
And viewed the brightly-lit Stage
She was the picture of a Woman
Who had great joy in her Life

The end soon came of that Life
Men with tools killed her Love
She was once more a broken Woman
With not nearly enough Money
Remembering the old Stage
She wept silently on the Steps

An hour later, she left the Steps
Without any semblance of Life
Lost without the lights of the Stage
After that she knew no Love
Though she faked it for Money
They wanted a body, Not a Woman

The curtain falls in front of a Woman, lying dead on the Steps
She was found without Money, or anything to link her to Life
Unable to cope with the loss of love, She had followed the Stage

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Sestinas ftw!