Bringers of mirth,
undervalued of worth.
The world be a stage,
scripted day to day.
A noted absence of song & verse.

Play up to the crowd,
they applaud long, applaud loud.
Those leading lights in the sun.
Alluring in aura, emanations of fun.
Traverse the stage pure and proud.

The stage exit, off to the left,
the abrupt end that is one's death.
It is here that the road does end,
naught on options but to descend
Take a bow at last draw of breath

I really enjoyed this, as it was rather warm, yet haunting, in it's own right.
This piece flowed well and has the earmarks of an incredible piece through wording, message, and meter.

Nice job.

Life, flowing, ending. Why no song and verse? I like this, VERY MUCH. Really full of insight and true poerty.