in the crowd,
one is mistakenly there
taken by the swift current
he breathes a different air
he shifts
out of place
he walks
with a stilted pace
but he was different shade
a different hue
and there was nothing
that he could do
YOU ARE READING
Stage Play
Poetry" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act...
