The passion of life is like a play
we all have our parts
our acts to play
we all have performances
each and every day
some of them we win some we lose
we pick up the pieces
we go on our way
we still have the hope
we still have each day
we still have our eyes
we can still see
our moment is there
our place in history
destiny will give us
one chance one day
our staring part
in this beautiful play
our final performance
our final parade
our cheers of joy
our successful day
our last breath
we will pass away
our act is done
we’ve had our day
history has come
we’ve gone away
that is life
enjoy each day
we are here for short time
with our role to play
the passion of life a beautiful play
life is a stage
we all engage
some to the left
some to the right
some in the center light
some sit in the audience
after paying a few pence
some behind the scene
doing what is not seen
some in the balcony
sitting higher perhaps
they have a more visibility
some stand in the back
falling through the cracks
some stand on the outside
looking in from where they hide
yes, life is a stage
active, reactive, dormant , suspended
we are all evolving in it….
your mind is wandering in a different place these days..
more within I think….
this is a thought wandering…thinking out loud poem…
I like it ….
I hope all is well in your part of the world…
I took a nap today and had such strange dreams
though the good part was I dreamed it was raining again and it started when I got up
Yeah!…
Take Care…Kevin You Matter….
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just me
um iam melting how lovely you need a hug