The Great Stage

We both came Each alone One before the other Like the orderliness of God's seven days Joyful cries and happy tears Casts we had become On this stage Created in seven days We thought our part simple For the script looked easy When actual acting began The childish folly died At six and seven - teen Things fell apart Meeting in school Things got complicated The scenes and acts seemed long And in no time We had grown all grey Playing flashbacks in our memory The grave beckoning And could we resist? Six feet under we went Amidst sorrowing Darkness hovered over us And our replacements asked Up or down Where went we.