Oh Death
Oh, Death
What do you do when you tire of being you?
Realize that as Shakespeare said:
“all the worlds a stage”
and you play but a bit part
a whimper, a shout,
a repetitious nightly death…
then dawn.
Oh dawn,
Oh blinking ray of heaven’s lie
deny me this feigned applause,
limp roses, tattered curtain call.
Oh, death
Oh dimming light of sunset
show kindness
as you edit out my role,
discard my costumed lie,
remove me from the stage.
My final line an echo
searching for an exit.
John G. Lawless
©7/18/2021
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