The world's a stage,
Shakespeare surely said,
What roles do we play?
Still I rise,
Maya Angelou surely cried,
Meaning we keep tearing each other apart?
I got no words to add,
The icons' words are echoes,
But the real voice,
Is how we play our roles,
And how we treat other people.
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Author:
jjudaharts (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2025 15:54
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Words are cheap and it is what we do that make the difference is the message I get from this poem. Very nicely done
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