All the world's a stage
and all the men and women are merely players
" Ah Shakespeare!" nodded the wise of everyage
simple truth, forgotten under benighted layers
And one man in his time plays many parts
his act being seven ages
Tho never alone; even the hardest of hearts
Kin, comrades, enemies; as he moves through his stages
The players enter his life, in their own unique way
Slide in smiling, or maybe dawdle in despair,
Maybe come looking for refuge as they wander lost, far astray
or just stroll in the corner, minding their own affair
Each makes their entrance, each in their own unique way
Creating memories, memories of comfort and pain
Some say eternity, with many promises to stay
But when the stage unfolds, promises die in vain
Cause all men and women are merely players
They enter only to play their part
and then they should exit: Either leave forever
or change, become unrecognizable to heart
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