| 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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