acts
by Matthew Stokdyk
If all the world’s a stage,
then I should wish to play
and act the early acts
when all was light and gay.
Of all my seven roles,
I think that three are spent;
for when I saw her face,
my heart no more was rent.
My sighs—a furnace hot
(as Will was wont to say)—
have cooled, and now a beard
has grown upon my face—
and now my oaths are firm
(or more so than before)
and though I try to run
I care for honor more.
I stare the cannon down
and pray to make it fast—
for without love, I fear
that I will never last.
Originally published on Instagram on April 14th, 2019, as part of a poem-a-day project I did for National Poetry Month. After As You Like It 2.7.139-166.