Living a Life

Imagine the world as a stage, all the people merely players;
A play with exits and entrances, and men in their time play many parts:
First an infant, in mother’s arms, next a rowdy schoolboy
Then grown up, going to college, and now a lover, head in the clouds

Chorus
Living a life as we all do, rich or poor doesn’t matter
Born as little babies, we’re lucky if we get old
the length of our days is 70, or 80 years if we’re strong
yet their span is success and sorrow, they quickly pass and we fly away

The play goes on, he’s a businessman, stressed and quick to quarrel
Jealous in honour, a self-made man, a symbol of success
As a father, never home, his lovely wife divorced from him
and his mistress, on the payroll, she dreams but never asks too much

Chorus
Living a life as we all do, rich or poor doesn’t matter
Born as little babies, we’re lucky if we get old
the length of our days is 70, or 80 years if we’re strong
yet their span is success and sorrow, they quickly pass and we fly away

In a chair, his strength is gone, his glorious days are history
Childishness, the second time, every day is the same
A little kiss, on his cheek, goodbye grandpa and he smiles a bit
She doesn’t know this is the end, the last scene of his final act…

Chorus
Living a life as we all do, rich or poor doesn’t matter
Born as little babies, we’re lucky if we get old
the length of our days is 70, or 80 years if we’re strong
yet their span is success and sorrow, they quickly pass and we fly away