Life Unrehearsed
Each play has its rehearsals,as...The actors learn their parts
...And
strive for that perfection which...Will warm the
patrons’ hearts...And that is fortunate for
those...Who
walk upon the stage...In their endeavors to perform...
And act a certain age...But life itself is
something else...
It is an instant play...With never one rehearsal for...The
things we do or say...Except that
we can stop to think
...And so rehearse the mind...To keep the tongue from
speaking words...Untruthful or
unkind...But otherwise
on sudden deeds...We have to stand or fall...And only
goodness
unrehearsed...Deserves a curtain call.
James J. Metcalfe
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