Life is just a play As we're made of clay. Some are performing, Some are on the way. The stage is wide and deep, With promises to keep. We wake to join the chorus, Before we fall to sleep. The script is etched in sand, By an unseen, steady hand. We learn our lines in silence, Then leave the spotlight’s strand. For though the pot may break, And the weary heart may ache, The play goes on forever, For the next performer’s sake.