Truth

I learned it’s true, that all the world’s a stage
All men and women merely players too
The truth we seek, we find on any page
We choose, and hope the words we choose are true
Soliloquys are poignant by and by
To anyone who listens to our play
And poetry is havoc that we cry
We let our sonnets slip then turn away
It’s true, the word is god; we speak divine
it’s true that Thou Art God; Thou Art a Word
Divinity’s a play we all refine
With everything we think we’ve ever heard
Since all the world’s a stage, I’d like to know
Will anyone applaud my humble show?