The World’s a Stage . . .

If the world’s a stage,
and we it’s grand actors,
then we are acting only for ourselves
and our fellow crew.
But sooner or later we must acknowledge
that really, in the pit of our stomach
we are yearning to tear off our mask
and meet the one
that is standing at the edge
of the curtain
holding the roses.
The one who cheers not for the act,
but for me.

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