All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts. -W Shakespeare

There On The Stage, It's Your Turn To Live

Life is theatre, we watch and preform
Eyes on the stage, when tickets are torn
Seated with strangers, seated with friends
Applause for the play, applause for pretend

Scripted or ad lib, attention is rapt
Gifting to all with talent and craft
Different skins worn through every play
Characters birth in foot lights of ray

Passionate voices reaching entwined
To old or new, for those of still mind
Connections, or anger, laughter  or pain
A chance to pretend, and yet remain sane

All that we get, is all that they give
On those sweet hours, through them we live
Upon their words, music and song
Spellbound we sit, through them we belong

After the curtain, and the applause
Lights from the ceiling, reality flaws
Out through the lobby into the night
What might we carry, in our mind's sight

Images stored  in memory's hold
Between our curtains of damask and gold
Enriched by performance other's have learned
Seen with the soul, felt and discerned

Perhaps next performance you are on stage
Audience quiet, rapt and engaged
Are you rehearshed, or do you ad lib
There on the stage, it's YOUR turn to give

Applause!

Pax
A
12/13/07

This is not so much about the theatre, but, how we live and give