Little Man, What Now?

Friday nights, nineteen sixty nine
Torture you?
Won't smile!
Nervous juvenile
Oh, but I remembered you
But they couldn't name you
In the back page
Too young to take leads
Did that swift eclipse
And then suddenly gone
Oh, but I remembered you
And they axed you
ATV, you murdered every line
What became of you?

A star at eighteen
Of a faded annual
You spoke in silhouette
Four seasons passed
Down to a few lines
Though the panel were very polite to you

Too old to be a child star