The summer leaves in autumn fall <br />covering grass and garden walls. <br />A passing page on life’s stage <br />soon forgotten as the next season calls, <br />a circling unforgiving tide <br />that carries with it our passing lives. <br />Players are we upon the stage <br />of life’s ever turning page. <br />We live today and pray for tomorrow <br />that we may again grace the stage <br />of its next passing page. <br />And so life goes on <br />from birth and beyond <br />as players on the stage of life. <br /> <br />23 June 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/players-9/
