Life is an act, so full of ups and downs,
Which sooner lead to either fame or shame;
If stage becomes bereft of cast but clowns,
Your stars to thank, you are not one of them;
You cannot be an audience just to watch,
The play entraps your being as though cage,
And soon the story's plot to you would catch,
Before too long, you will be center stage;
But you can choose the scenes in which to play,
Select the actors or the parts you want,
Or plan your lines, the things you need to say,
But face the verdict that Fate has to grant;
.....The act which ends whenever curtains fall,
.....Holds everything there is to Life. That's all.
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