All our characters have but moments,
To take center-stage in life,
And all the ones we love,
Leave the spotlight before their time.
Is the cost of loving them,
Steeped so deep in strife,
As our emotions lay in disarray,
When our heroes must call,
An unceremonious end,
To the immortal roles they play?
We can only hope to commemorate,
The short lived lives of the few great,
When they’ve had their last date,
With a cruel twist of fate.
Perhaps we ought to learn from them,
For in those moments that fleet,
When we have our chance to shine bright,
In the sweltering heat,
Of the golden spotlight,
We must perform to be remembered,
For all those days,
When we won’t be around,
To receive all the praise.
When we’ll have to leave the stage,
For we have but a few heartbeats,
To make it all count.