A Stage For All
I come no more with open arms
To greet the day and all its charms
As an autumn leaf, I fall these days
No longer able to give my praise
For how can a soul bear so much
Just another day without love’s touch
Does the sun seek out the flower to love?
Or does the flower seek out the sun above?
Like an actor rampant on his stage
The audience captured by his rage
As the music still plays a song for him
But they don’t hear it, its sound is dim
His art does stare out in their face
He loses his step, too fast the pace
A rendition of life at its very best
One can’t help but think is life a test?
Under the veil of Isis, no man has seen
In the hall of the fallen many times, we’ve been
Between each life, we drink from the well
The forgetful well does cast its spell
As the actor awaits his last curtain call
All applause is nil, only silence is all
While his mask has fallen to the floor
His life’s work left for all to adore
A writer merely ushers you to your seat
The appreciation of art is never complete
Without anticipating in this grand design
To savor it all like the finest wine
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