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Acts of Life Lived On a Stage

Everybody's life is played Magically upon a stage Shown in front of everyone Till our show is finally done No more acts to play and share The curtains drawn--we disappear Into a different time and space No more make-up on your face Making you a shining star But covers who you really are Someone trying to get through The acts of life we have to do New emotions every day From re-writes that come our way Never knowing how to feel Sometimes it just doesn't seem real As we're acting out our parts From the moment that we start Breathing on this planet earth Ever since our time of birth We have people in our lives Husbands, teachers, bosses, wives Friends and kids--outsiders too Scripting us our lifetime through Adapting to all the scenes Every feeling in between Drama, joy and happiness Love, enjoyment, even death Will fill each and every page Of our life upon this stage That we should try and make grand A show so big it fills the land With everybody's acting skills Giving other actors thrills They can use between the pain That will come time and again On the stage were up then fall Until our final curtain call

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/26/2013 2:11:00 PM
a great write Robyn, I'm waiting for my finale show... you presented this one with high flying curtains. outstanding... stop by my newest poem when you have the time...luv~ LINDA
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Date: 10/26/2013 7:57:00 AM
I've always loved this quote from Macbeth: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."
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Date: 10/26/2013 7:52:00 AM
To quote The Bard himself: "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages." Great poem, sweet pea <3
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Date: 10/26/2013 6:07:00 AM
YES, WE LIVE LIFE ON THE STAGE PLAYING DIFFERENT ACTS, ROBIN.
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