Little Man, What Now?

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