If All The Worlds A Stage Poem by Dan McGonagle

If all the worlds a stage
What part do I play
The dashing hero standing proud
Or the fool who runs away

Shall I wear a cloak and hat
Maybe carry a walking stick
Greasepaint upon my brows
Perform a mad magicians trick

Dance just like dear Fred Astaire
When he shone with Ginger Rogers
Or shall I play a cunning cop
In pursuit of artful dodgers

Perhaps Ill only tread the boards
When all have left for home
Sweeping up the stages mess
Then washing it with foam

Will that be my final curtain call
Standing proud with pail and broom
Its not the act that I foresaw
Backstage amongst the gloom