All the worlds a stage

"all the worlds a stage." said he to whom we owe
many plays of great poetic justice.
Of aspiring heights of ecstacy,
and many of the deepest low valleys of grief and pain.
"All the worlds a stage." Said he.

All the worlds a stage
and the audience our greatest critic.
"All the worlds a stage."
Our chests swell with artisitic pride
when these words venture forth.
as we wait in the wings hoping that today is our glimmer.
Our glimmer of greatness, in all the world seeing our deepest talents
the things hidden in rapturous glory.

All the worlds a stage
upon which our hopes and dreams are played.
The core of our souls is written.
All the worlds a stage
where those hopes and dreams can be broken
dashed to a million pieces
and our soul called into question.

"All the worlds a stage." says he
and still somehow we play.
Waiting in anticipation for it to be our day.
But come hither listen to the rest of the phrase.

"all the worlds a stage,
and all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages." -Shakespeare

"all the worlds a stage." says he
upon which our hearts are on display.
So act them well player and know that you alone
are your own judge.
At the end of the day you and your creator alone define
who you are, what you are, what lines you say
and acts you play.

"All the worlds a stage." Says he
Remember, your deepest hurts, deepest dreams
that have been dashed by the audience of critc;
and take them, in all thier pieces
and begin to rebuild.
The broken hopes can be found again.
The dashes dreams built again
broken hearts mended by the rebuilding of the lost dreams.
All the worlds a stage human
and at the end of the play only you and He alone decide.
-Copyright 2011