Why is it when you float upon
the clouds of ecstasy,
They always seem to transform
into a downpour of desparaging tears?
In an ancient time - a sage wrote:
" For every smile ever seen...
A thousand tears have been shed,
A balance has been met."
It's amazing how the billowy clouds
of sublime pleasure and joy -
Can ultimately shatter and become,
The disjointed, fragmented shards of pain.
The insights of Shakespeare on man are astounding,
But the inner spirit of man is stronger.
For truly - " The whole world is a stage ..."
And, " The play still goes on ..."