Chorus

Give away her gowns,
Give away her shoes;
She has no more use
For her fragrant gowns;
Take them all down,
Blue, green, blue,
Lilac, pink, blue,
From their padded hangers;
She will dance no more
In her narrow shoes;
Sweep her narrow shoes
From the closet floor.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Another poem left up to the readers discretion. Not sure if cleanimg out after a death or if the subjects time in the spotlight is over for whatever reason. Another hmmmmm........from me!