Play called Life

The pains of it cut’s the act like a Knife~

We will all end up husband or wife~

In this play called Life~

Act one is the child, banning out all drama~

When they get hurt they call to their momma~

Then at night they get cuddled up in their pajamas~

In this play called Life~

Act two is the love struck teen~

Pain in love is on the screen~

Envy fills their eyes, the color green~

In this play called Life~

Act three is the grown adult~

I believe they are in a secret cult~

Marriage and children is soon the result~

In this play called Life~

Act four death, the end~

Now your body, six feet under it will descend~

Death is now the new trend~