Life is a theater stage,
the people we meet, the actors that age.
The props in the back
to distract from the fact
there is more to this stage than the things we amass.
There's our mother the curtain, the red ladled shield
our father the support composes the beams.
The rainbow lights can alter the mood
of when we move, when we lay, whether a bed or a tomb.
The audience, carefully allayed
neither too far or too close while still part of the play.
The man in the back working the lights and the ropes
to convey our dreams, our fears, and our hopes
looks enviously upon his animated creation
who deserts the stage for a more pleasant of stations.
A new actor approaches in the hymn of a melody
the audience waiting, watching the tragedy.