Do we Exist?
Do we Survive?
Or do we just Live?
May be we do a little bit of all
Life is a Playhouse
And we are all actors
Doing our parts
As it comes
Some of us are good
And make the headline
Some of us are so bad
They end up in the skid row
Wherever we go
We are still acting
But then Who are the real actors?
And who are the false ones?
And who are the stars?
But then who is to decide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we are all actors with different roles in this world...a nice concept...great Ency Bearis