Station

The play folded like a card table
Leaving us empty
Leaving a world unstable
People want what was best in this world
But the world as it was was feeble

If survival is unsatisfactory
Let’s lead the assembly
Let’s signal the troupe
To play, to cheer
What will be will be
Of our station in life
Unless we find it first

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