All the Worlds a Stage
All the worlds a stage
and all the men and women mearly players.
They have their entrances
and their exits and one man in his time plays many parts....
I've played my dream role.
I've seen it come to pass.
I've cried at the closing of the show whilst the show of my life continues on.
If I could reprise the role for just a day, I would.
To see,
to taste,
to touch,
to understand and laugh with the text,
to understand every nuance and quirk of the show.
One last time and serve it justice.
To make sure that the show never closed
So if for whatever reason the show did close, no one would ever play it better than I. For now the play continues on.
Maybe, just maybe, one day I'll get to reprise that role.
On that day, if that day happens,
and if that day comes shining it's beautiful face to the dawn of a new tomorrow;
I'll weep golden, shimmering tears of joy.
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