WHEN YOUR CURTAIN IS CLOSED
Life has ever and always be a stage
How to conquer it, is always a maze
But we all don’t always have a say
All we do is just play
Who direct we don’t know
Whether good or bad, who run the show?
Your intuition I guess wants to blow
Your time I tell it’s what you sow
At the end of your show what is seen?
Remember do not let it be
Because you have to be remembered
When you die and your curtain is closed