Hi,
Here's a nice poem for you
When theshow comes to an end,
when the curtaingracefully falls,
when the audiencesstop clapping,
and stand up,heading to the exit.
And then we realized,
it was just a great performance,
and we are the actors cum audiences,
and the Director pulls His strings from up above,
we acted our play, we uttered our scripts,
and we enjoyed our brief stay on this stage.
This is the last show for us,
before we move to the next theatre,
to be cast as other roles in another shows,
some of us are still cast in the same shows,
some of us will never meet each other any more,
for what is left,
are pictures and memories,
of a play on a common stage,
in here, University of life.
This poem was written by someone whom I do not know, but was posted on the Facebook Wall of Philip Sim. I thought I could twitted it a little and use this same poem to bring a message that we could actually learn from live itself.
when the curtaingracefully falls,
when the audiencesstop clapping,
and stand up,heading to the exit.
And then we realized,
it was just a great performance,
and we are the actors cum audiences,
and the Director pulls His strings from up above,
we acted our play, we uttered our scripts,
and we enjoyed our brief stay on this stage.
This is the last show for us,
before we move to the next theatre,
to be cast as other roles in another shows,
some of us are still cast in the same shows,
some of us will never meet each other any more,
for what is left,
are pictures and memories,
of a play on a common stage,
in here, University of life.
This poem was written by someone whom I do not know, but was posted on the Facebook Wall of Philip Sim. I thought I could twitted it a little and use this same poem to bring a message that we could actually learn from live itself.
Mettacittena
Bugs Tan
14th Jan 2012
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