If life is indeed a cabaret,
Then how is it that every day,
We simply make our weary way,
From sunup ’til in bed we lay?
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If the world is merely a stage,
Then why work so hard for wage?
And why then do we fear to age,
If elders are supposedly sage?
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If we’re meant to see ourselves as flowers,
That bloom and wilt after some hours,
Then why does Death make us cower?
And why does his nearness make us sour?
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But let us say life’s a show,
One that is unnaturally slow,
And if we accept there’ll be some woe,
Does it make it any easier to go?
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No, it doesn’t, that I’ll say!
For if life is good, we’d like to stay.
And even if it’s not, that’s still okay,
Death will come sometime, anyway.
Slightly Ignorant 
Very nice twist on some classic lines…was fun to read.
Thanks ^_^.
I’ve said the same things to myself.
I know, right? I mean so many sayings that we all take for granted are so… well… irrelevant in so many ways to the way real life is.
Gorgeous poem! Great balance between old-fashioned and contemporary. I super-especially like the first two stanzas!
You’re such a talented writer. =]
Thank you so much, hun!
That’s a huge compliment coming from you – a writer that I admire so much myself :).
wonderful…
Very VERY good. I loved it.
Well done, Em! Great beat to it.
I’m liking this. Very true!
lovely to read 🙂
There is a song in Hindi, language of India which translates to, “Life is an unfaithful mistress… it will ditch u one day. Death is a loyal wife… it will take u along some day.”
Beautiful creation.