Stage

How can the world just be a stage?
With men and women merely players.
There are no scripts, we cannot turn the page
We can’t write the future, however loud our prayers.

We can’t call “Cut!” to redo a scene,
Once performed, there is no going back.
We have no stunt doubles, if the feat is mean,
Only The Director to keep us on track.

We have our entrance and our exit,
And in time we play many parts.
We are given one life, and we will live it,
Until our last scene where we depart.

How can the world just be a stage?
With men and women merely players.
But if it is, my importance I must gauge,
I must be the lead, Director, hear my prayer.