Shakespeare's 'World's a stage'
Bemused my teenage.
I wondered, how to perform,
Sans a script on this stage!
But I walked up,
Gathering courage;
At first, all seemed so opaque,
Felt like an oily mist on my lens.
For long I stood still,
Hemmed and hawed, until
Some so-called experts
Came up with a script.
But couldn't make my play
Self-sufficing, until
I thought on my feet;
I improvised,
And hence wrote
My own script.
That removed the oily mist,
Following which
I rocked the stage of life!
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