Yes! A new poem at long last. Thank you to William Shakespeare for the title and inspiration of this poem. Please enjoy!
All The World’s A Stage
If all the world’s a stage
And all the men and women merely players
What type of play is it?
And who are they performing for?
Seven billion roles in a play titled ‘Life’
Some would call it the greatest of tragedies
As at sometime or other everybody dies
The scenes are filled with endless war
Disease, despair and abject misery
The human race- racing towards annihilation
Cutting down the forests, polluting the air
Slowly but surely destroying their stage
Yet others call it an epic saga
For life is such an adventure
Exploring the most hostile places
Requiring such courage, determination, strength of will
To climb the highest mountain,
Cross the vastest desert
Delve to the deepest depths of the ocean
Even landing on the moon
Whilst always dreaming of the stars
Yet I chose to call it a masterpiece
For we are capable of such love
Able to imagine the most impossible things
And then inspire others to make them a reality
The beautiful little things,
The laugh of a child
A lover’s first kiss
Watching the sunrise
And how could any audience
Not be moved?
By the wonder and beauty
Of it all.
For though the audience, if any
At least, they are not unknowable
And a thought makes me smile
The world isn’t over ‘til the fat lady sings
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
But sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste sans everything
The fat lady is able to sing at all.