Words of My Mother Beleaguered Servant20140924201409231 Comment on Words of My MotherOriginal Poems 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:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags Love and Loss Memories Poetry Quotes From My Relatives Related Posts In Loving Time unstored the lost two. Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
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…” Loading... Reply
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…”