Little Man, What Know?

An afternoon nostalgiaTelevision showYou spoke in silhouette(but they couldn't name you)Though the panel were very polite to youOh, but I remembered youFriday nights, 1969ATV - you murdered every lineToo old to be a child starToo young to take leadsFour seasons passedAnd they AXED youNervous juvenile(WON'T SMILE!)What became of you ?Did that swift eclipseTorture you ?A star at eighteenAnd then - suddenly goneDown to a few linesIn the back pageOf a faded annualOh, but I remembered youI remembered you