Life is but a stage
That awaits your mount.
Time turns foe with age
The tick of the clock counts
Today lingers in betrayal
When the sun rides over.
The moon is but a cover
Of friendship lost with Day.
The stage awaits you
You are your artist
Take grip of your pen
And rehearse your lyrics
Therein.
The world is an audience
Waiting to feel your art.
Would they dance or frown
When thou sing thy life’s lyrics?
Make your voice
Sing your song
© Lansah Lawrence
Dec. 2016
lansah.wordpress.com
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Indeed the world is an audience, waiting for your art. You are a great poet. And your poems are beautiful. 😃😃
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Hope to read more from you and hope tor a duet
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A great idea. Whenever you want! 🌹
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