The audience applauds
The actor proudly makes his bow
It's quite easy to tell
The actor had done well
How well he learnt his lines
How hard he worked to get it right
Each day he burnt the midnight oil
Like others, he too must toil
The audience patiently waits
Till next day he climbs the stage
To leave the same in humble grace
No thought then for time spent
Like everything else, the act must end
And even after the curtains fall
You can still hear the audience call
There'll be other days
And other plays
Some will cheer, some criticize
Others laugh, while others cry
He learnt to accept their sneers
Their cheers, their jeers
He learnt to accept the fact
Life is just one big act
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