Existence or...
A sharp cry.
An end of a peaceful life
And a beginning of a role of a character,
Doesn’t matter.
It is the fact of a birth,
Worth or not worth.
He has to come
He has to see
An actor he has to be
Being a toy of an invisible hand
He has to stay on earth,
Worth or not worth.
He has to sing
He has to dance
He might get a reward, by chance,
With all the hidden desire
One day he has leave this earth
Is it really worth?
Doesn’t matter.
This is the value of a birth. |