An afternoon nostalgia
Television show
You spoke in silhouette
(but they couldn’t name you)
Though the panel were very polite to you
Oh, but i remembered you
Friday nights, 1969
Atv – you murdered every line
Too old to be a child star
Too young to take leads
Four seasons passed
And they axed you
Nervous juvenile
(won’t smile!)
What became of you ?
Did that swift eclipse
Torture you ?
A star at eighteen
And then – suddenly gone
Down to a few lines
In the back page
Of a faded annual
Oh, but i remembered you
I remembered you
