Luck, Penny and Sissy: Fully clothed, we´re born that way.
And throw away a piece of garment every day.
Until half naked at mid year and high noon
we´re on the – ta da – sweet sixteenth of June!
Penny: Short glory. And so long a
song. A so long song.
From the razor sharp beginning to the dreaming streaming end.
We are all a song, every silent word of us.
The whole damned screeming silence of us.
The holy silence of a sigh.
Enter rest of the artists (from all direction, walking slowly, joining
the others in a line, facing audience)
All (in unison): All of us always coming
to the same conclusion in our own labyrinthian ways.
Secret of life is there is no secret. Just life.
Narrator: As the humblest of God´s
creatures could readily inform you.
Penny Hope: So don’t stop.
Luck Molligan: Don´t let go.
Sissy Carefree: Hold on.
Apron Lady: Hang in there.
All: Don’t succumb. Be old and bold. Age before nada. Age,
age, against the dying of the day. Stage, stage, against the dullness of it
all. The lions bloom when we are standing hand in hand
and take a bow. Against the fright of night.
Exeunt omnes.
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