A Poem: Stepping Off the Stage“Out, out brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, A poor-player that struts and Frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more…” (McBeth Act 5, Scene 3) We walked upon this stage, Hoping to have mastered our lines; Playing our parts of grief and joy; Trying to relive the best scenes. We acted as if the play lasts forever; But now our light grows dim, The candle fades, The curtain comes down. We exit this stage, Only to walk upon another; It does not matter what our critics say; For we acted only for the author of life, And hope we played our parts well.
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A Poem: Stepping Off the Stage“Out, out brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, A poor-player that struts and Frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more…” (McBeth Act 5, Scene 3) We walked upon this stage, Hoping to have mastered our lines; Playing our parts of grief and joy; Trying to relive the best scenes. We acted as if the play lasts forever; But now our light grows dim, The candle fades, The curtain comes down. We exit this stage, Only to walk upon another; It does not matter what our critics say; For we acted only for the author of life, And hope we played our parts well.