She looked at me, concerned, but
With a weariness of heart;
Then spoke these words,
Made sacred in her age:
“Life is for the living, son
The dead have played their part;
The play goes on
Although some leave the stage”
To share is human:
Words of My Mother
Very poignant piece. It reminds me of a monologue in Shakespeare’s As You Like It: “All the world’s a stage/ And all the men and women merely players/ They have their exits and entrances…”