All The World's A Stage Poem by Brook Renwick

All The World's A Stage

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All the world's a stage but,
is the starvation just theatrics?
Are the car wrecks part of it too?
Is the hardship real or an act?

We're all actors playing a part but,
when you went to hospital,
and the nurses said you had no pulse,
which part were you playing?

What is truth in fact I ask?
Where are the staged performers?
Where are my lines to rehearse when
I whisper, 'I am exhausted'.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
One road will lead you believe that
all the world's is a stage.
The other road is harder to negotiate.

We wonder lonely as a cloud if
we negotiate the ugliness and all
of it's dead ends and weirdness
and we have no one to love!

Sunday, January 9, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: reality,truth,hardship
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
All be yourself unless you can be Mickey Mouse.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nabakishore Dash 10 January 2022

Brilliant write.Starvation and hard ships real, but not permanent.

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David Wood 09 January 2022

The world never sleeps with 24/7 demands. It's not sustainable and people are left behind in life.

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Chinedu Dike 09 January 2022

Insightful piece of poetry set aside for a sober reflection. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched....

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Brook Renwick

Brook Renwick

Sydney, Australia
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