The World, a Stage Footles
This world,
a stage
Our life,
a play
All men,
players
From birth
to death,
We play,
our part.
God up,
pulls strings.
You yield,
be glad.
Sometimes
life’s sad
You cry,
you sigh
Sometimes
merry
You sing,
you dance
Feel joy
enjoy
Do play
your part,
Until
quit stage.
Ably,
neatly.
There lies,
true bliss!
_______________
~Placed Fourth~
Sept.30.2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment