The Entire World's A Stage

• Anita Lin, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2012

The entire world’s a stage

Diligently do the workers build their houses, a grain after grain,
And the poets still working, to write refrain after refrain,
And the predators hunting for prey, hunting day by day
Yet I know not why you are bored today.

The proud, harmonious church bell, ringing dings and dongs,
And the talented musician that strums and plays, a playful, lively song,
The pendulum that penetrates the mind with a ringing atmosphere
But why must you believe that boredom does exist.

The lovely Regina on her throne, ruling east and west,
The protagonists in the book you hold, that knock down trees and nests,
The reservoir by the fields where cows eat sweet, fresh grass,
Let it be known that I know not why you claim to be so bored.

The landmarks, world wonders, history and future,
From natural sights to those man-made,
The world is a wonderful place, where there’s nothing to be bored about,
So many events are there to see that I know we shall all find out.