The Show

I used to think the future
Was a curtain
Hiding a stage
Soon to be lit up.
An exciting show was about to begin.
I was the star.

I was waiting among the audience
In the back row
Of a dark room.

Any minute now, I told myself,
Over and over again.

The curtain came up
Very slowly
Uncovering a mirror
In which I saw my face
Slowly
Getting older.

One day
I realised the show was over.
I walked out
Disappointed.