When all the world's merely a stage
As William Shakespeare famously said.
You live, you grow and eventually age
Then close your eyes as you're laid to bed.
A soul that rises to love's soft embrace
Soon retires to coldness, death abreast,
Upon the echo of eternal rest,
And the bell that tolls a mournful face.
The earth beneath hums its own lullabies,
As the wind whispers his gentle caress
Of bittersweet mem'ries and goodbyes,
No more pains and regrets to suppress
Every heartache finally put to rest,
Letting go of emotions I detest.