by Daniel James Freeman

Created on: February 14, 2010

All the Stage’s a World

If my stature is the mirror up to nature,

What might I extract?

Or rather could my mirror perhaps be clearer,

Is my mirror cracked?

Should my honesty be a stark soliloquy,

All alone on stage?

Yet if that which is true is dialogue with you,

Have I skipped a page?

When my right is stage left and my left mirror right,

Why does all seem wrong?

If ev’ry move’s direction, speech’s inflection,

Where’s my solo song?

(But it’s the play, I must say, that has got me vexed-

For after the calls and the curtain falls… what next?)

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