STAGED . If all the Worlds' a Stage, and each must play their part, will I be acclaimed,when at last I must depart ? Or will the World remember,that all I had to give,was merely the acceptance of the right I had to live. No stirring great heroics, no statue of my fame, indeed,no recognition in the mention of my name. For I am one of many, walking on #life's Stage, and each of us are waiting for #life to turn the page. And in the page of #life, will my time be but a #quote? or will it be worth perusing,for something there of note? And as the final curtain seems to hover o'er the Stage,we live a #life so mindful ,aware of the last page. It's really not the sands of Time that marks our passage through, it's pages from the Book of #life, which govern me and you. And if the page turns swiftly,our time on Stage is short, for there is no denying in it's pages we are caught. And if the Page turns slowly,and pleasure seems to last, always just remember, we're on Page from the Last !