Act 1, Scene 2

Life’s a play and we are simply unrehearsed

When the play is over then comes an assembly at the theatre

Giving praising reviews, from each man’s perspective becoming an article of news

Throwing flowers, when it has ended

Taking a picture for it’s remembrance

Slowly fading away with all the other plays

Silently, blissfully

All the other acts are scared for its debut

It’s their first and last

Life is short they say, only being a mere six or seven acts

Some only get to act three, four or one and then they are done

Unbeknownst of the large audience that has trailed along