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.
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