Play-Right

We are all players,
The world is our stage,
And each day we live
Is another turned page.

The curtain rises,
There’s no turning back,
Nowhere to look
For the words we lack.

So onward we go
With no chorus to sing,
For it knows not the end
That our follies will bring.

With our costumes on
And the set designed,
We must simply do
What comes to mind.

And so, to add intrigue,
We play our parts,
And in games of chance,
We bet our hearts.

Lose we might,
As the queen lays beat,
But we play another hand,
Not admitting defeat.

And as we live
From scene to scene,
We take with us
Our hopes and dreams,

Which may very well change
From act to act,
Before they become
A matter of fact.

And in the end
We’ll look and see
That all the hardships
Were meant to be...

But be wary,
For along the way,
The path may curve
And you may stray.

With every gesture
You write the script:
Every hand you kissed,
Every hat you tipped

Will be recorded in time.
Every cry and every curse
Will call after you
As you ride in your hearse.

And once it’s written
That you did fall,
Remember They will,
At the curtain call.

No dress-rehearsal can
Prepare your soul,
No re-write can fill
The forgotten holes.

One chance we have
To write the story
That we will tell
For all Eternity.
Let’s write it well,
And take our bows,
And leave the rest for
The After-Party.