As if from the stalls we sit and watch

The changes in our lives like twists in a plot

A captive audience for a life long show

Every act seen in an orderly flow

The stars have their place and will mostly grow old

But the bit parts go as the stories unfold

Each act different yet viewed the same way

From the eyes of a watcher starring in their own play

Some grow and transform from the moment the curtain lifts

While others stumble and stutter till they are wrecked on the cliffs

From a pen perhaps even greater than the Bard

No wonder then they say that life is so hard