Play the Game

Now, acting's the game we are in  
this treading on of life's boards,  
arms a'sawing and declaiming    
nigh from the first breath drawn.  
   
The stage soon strewn with silver coin  
the copper and the gold,  
but there's never enough to fill the void  
because our tale is so quickly told...  
   
We put on one of several faces  
wear masks and disguising robes,  
but lines are few, will leave no trace  
will never echo round the globe.  
   
And tired of our condition  
must tread the boards for this we're bred  
pretending it is some holy mission  
but sadly, life and god is in our heads.  
   
And there, in the wings, bouquet's to hand  
for the encore calls,  
but no last bow or second act  
when the final curtain falls...