# A cedar wood box...

Author: LovePaws
Tags: Death, Poem, life

#1 of The World's Stage (Poems)

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players"
-William Shakespeare

Look at the little marionette   
Dancing on those silver strings   
See the joy it's dance brings?   
With grace it moves across center stage  
It really was quite all the rage

And the wizard behind the curtain,  
The grand puppeteer!  
It is for him the crowds unwittingly jeer   
In the end this much is certain

He smiles and opens the champagnes cork  
Praising the little doll for his endless work  
The gold fills the masters every coffer  
But the marionette never receive a single copper

Time flys and the crowd begins to dwindle  
And the master plays less and less with its spindle  
No more does the marionette's movements entrance   
No more does the marionette dance

Now it lies alone in a cedar wood box  
Cast aside with the rubble, the dirt, the rocks  
It hasn't the strength to get up or walk  
It hasn't the moth to cry or talk

It's once polished face now gathers dust  
Even it's silver strings begin to rust  
Alone and forgotten it doth lay  
Never again to see the light of day

And the years pass and my bones creak  
I know I am growing ever more weak  
In my youth I was much more grand  
But now I haven't even the strength to stand

One day soon they will lay me in a cedar wood box  
Alone with all the dirt, rubble, and rocks  
Alone and forgotten I too will lay  
Never again to see the light of day

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/GnD4A8Xn
Part of the series The World's  Stage (Poems)
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