This poem came to me one
night as I wad new scene,
With all new masks to wear.

The future is determined
By the actions of our past.
We are free to chos drifting off to
sleep.  I had no choice but to
sit and write it before it slipped
away.

The Stage of Life
by Xander Riley

The world is but a stage,
Our parts, we play with flair.
Each day a branose our roles
In an ever-changing cast.

Our lives are intersected,
Though we’re often not aware
Of the ties with a stranger,
And relations we may share.

Life’s a constant struggle -
A chess game, as a pawn.
We live, we grow, we die,
Yet the show must go on.


© Copyright 2008 Xander Riley
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