| Life is a play, Where everyone has his or her own stage, And have their own lines to say. They have their own roles to play, And their own way to smile and cry. There is nothing perfect, Neither will there be things that are forever. There are no riches that will last, Nor will there be poor people who will forever suffer in hunger. Bitterness of one pain, Happiness on one face, Cannot judge the ending of the story. Click here for Poems page. |
| Life is a Play by Silverstein |