The Poetry Corner

Private Theatricals

By James Whitcomb Riley

A quite convincing axiom Is, "Life is like a play"; For, turning back its pages some Few dog-eared years away, I find where I Committed my Love-tale - with brackets where to sigh. I feel an idle interest To read again the page; I enter, as a lover dressed, At twenty years of age, And play the part With throbbing heart, And all an actor's glowing art. And she who plays my Lady-love Excels! - Her loving glance Has power her audience to move - I am her audience. - Her acting tact, To tell the fact, "Brings down the house" in every act. And often we defy the curse Of storms and thunder-showers, To meet together and rehearse This little play of ours - I think, when she "Makes love" to me, She kisses very naturally! ...... Yes; it's convincing - rather - That "Life is like a play": I am playing "Heavy Father" In a "Screaming Farce" to-day, That so "brings down The house," I frown, And fain would "ring the curtain down."