Daily Act

We live our parts, and play our lives,
As sons and daughters, husbands, wives,
An amphitheater for a stage
To daily act. So we engage
To say our lines with no one there —
At least there’s sky and good, fresh air —
For whether it’s sunny or it pours,
What’s real about us lives

Outdoors

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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