All the World's a Stage
The stage of life is crowded,
With a dark and sullen cast.
And though it seems those fading dreams,
Are just figments of the past.
Your manner is straight forward,
You're neither actor or a clown.
You fight the fight with all your might,
But still they put you down.
With clenched teeth and furrowed brow,
You walk bravely straight ahead.
Through stifled air, you won't despair,
Over all the roads you've bled.
You're standing firm and resolute,
Cause your spirit is intact.
Will time abate or will you wait,
To play out the final act.
It's hard to pick your poison,
When the dramas always change.
It's never clear, the more you fear,
Your dreams are out of range.
When at last the curtain falls,
On your temperance or your rage.
With peace of mind, in time you'll find,
That all the world's a stage.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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