The Play

Five minutes to curtain call

You think fast

Because you haven’t thought at all

About who you are going to cast

You also have to get into character

And that you have to assume

You don’t know your lines because no one tells you a thing

Find the right costume

Did you forget to bring

Your script

To know what you have to act

For there must be no delays

You cannot lose track

In this little play



You perform everyday and night

Build up the strength

No stage fright

This play has a huge length

You are the lead that is born

You act right through in a strife

Performing until the roses are thrown

In this little play of life



Curtain call

The curtain rises

You mustn’t skip a line at all

Because this play is full of surprises

Like in act 6 when your parents die

In that car crash

And everyone cries

For your support disappears in a flash

How about in Act 10

When you find out because of cancer

You’ll never see your grandpa again

And that your hope in life is getting thinner

But there have been better days that were great

Like when you marry someone

In act 21

That will make you happy for years to come

All those acts are here to stay

In this little shocking play



Every now and then you try to change it some night

But you cannot escape your fate

But you blame it on someone else just in spite

Man, isn’t this play great?

You are showing great acting skills

You are getting many a praise

Because of the thrills

The audience members are amazed

And you better believe these acts are here to stay

In this little shocking play



Now the play is almost finished

You are starting to get slow

Because you are starting to diminish

It is almost time to go

For you now being eaten away

By the sickening cancer

Those problems are here to stay

You only got till December

But as you finish this final act

Look back at the better ones

That you can look back

Remember in act 25

When you received a baby son

And as your life over the hill gets steeper

Remember the Blue Oyster Cult

Don’t fear the Reaper

The curtain lowers

And the roses are thrown

You draw your last breath and take one last look at your followers

This beauty of play is over



And now that your play has been given

The cast party is up in Heaven