THE BALCONY SCENES

The stage is set, like a garden,

And the lights are flickering and low;

And a Romeo with fat legs,

Is telling a Juliet with dyed hair and tired, disillusioned eyes,

That love — real love — is the only thing in the world.

And up in the balcony of the theatre

Where the seats cost twenty-five cents,

A slim little girl in a shiny serge frock,

And a boy with a wistful mouth

Are holding hands.

And as they listen, breathlessly, to the studied voice of the actor,

Their fingers are all a-thrill,

With the music of the ages.