Upon The Stage Poem by Randy McClave

We are told to act our age
When we walk upon the stage
Then we recite our lines then, we act
We become someone else to the abstract
We disguise ourselves to whom we meet
Pretending we are someone else when we greet
Then we get induced into our role
We change our act, but we can’t change the soul
But when we meet God in our own time
We can change our clothes, but never our line
Wearing different clothes or a new uniform
We will become the calm waiting for the storm.