All The World's A Stage

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

Sweet dreams

And how could any audience

Not be moved?

By the wonder and beauty

Of it all.

For though the audience, if any

Is unknown

At least, they are not unknowable

And a thought makes me smile

Not that

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.