All the World’s a Stage

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Denying that the stairs to high,
spiraling downward to the sky.
Anger leads a path that’s long,
steps unseen when we’re strong.
.
We bargain for another day,
acting out our sold out play.
Compressed beneath the blanket of night,
depressed are we for its lack of light.
.
Stages clear when curtains fall,
the final bow shared by all.
Accepting now what is our grief,
death no longer beyond belief.

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