Open Stage

Poem about my theater days.

Once I played upon the open stage,
I was popular, yeah, I was the rage!

In tragedy, I could make them cry.
In comedy, I was their natural high.

In musicals, I did excel.
My notes rang clear as a bell.

I could sing just like a bird.
I was known, I was the "word."

But all of that disappeared somehow.
Do you even know me now?