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