All the World’s a Stage


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.