The play By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Life is a play, we stubble on stage
We're stars on occasion, but extras most days
Cause there is no rehearsal, or double takes
It's onto the next scene, forget our mistakes
We sing songs of love and songs of sadness
There is acts of kindness and ones of madness
We kill and we die, heal and revive
There's those who see purpose and those asking why
Cause there is no director, no reason for being
Just improvisation, spontaneous scenes
But we all die in our last act, we aren't scripted to last long
So love it or hate it, the show must…go…on
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