Yes, all of the world is a stage my friends
At least it is told what the people say
From when we begin until our time ends
Our too brief ride held in Sol’s sweet sway
And it matters not what part we will play
For as prince or pawn is roll of the die
At Act I, Scene I: curtains rise: we all cry
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Tonight at dVerse Frank challenges us to “is to write a poem with seven lines.” For those who want to go a further we are challenged to make it like a Chaucerian stanza/Rime Royal – is a seven-line poem in iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme of ABABBCC.
dVerse Poets Pub: Meeting The Bar
Raivenne-lations 
Very nice last line with us all crying in the first scene.
It is how most of us step unto this world’s stage. Thank you.
Often I feel that life is but a play, or a movie, but in this latest tragedy, lead actors and walk-ons are equal. Wearing masks harkens back to the Greeks and Commedia and Kabuki
I can imagine the exaggerated features of Kabuki masks right now. Thanks Glenn.
Nice stage setting for the Act 1 curtain opening.
Thank you, Msadeli.
fantastic. especially this: “held in Sol’s sweet sway”
It’s a daily chariot ride dawn to dusk. Thanks erbiage.
Reading this, I suddenly remembered in my dream, talking about Dr. Fauci, couldn’t remember his name, and said, you know, the guy who has the doctor role?
Okaaay…
I often feel my dreams/life seem to be orchestrated by a higher source. We do seems to have new cast in today’s stage