The Play

All of us are actors
In the tragic-comic
Play of life,
We play our part,
The curtain falls,
And we depart,
Some call the play obscene,
Yet, others call it art,
It all depends,
Who plays what part,
And as the scenes go by,
We laugh, we wonder
And we cry,
And in the end,
We all ask why,
After performing,
We must die...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz