Poetry: When We Talk

They say the world's a stage,
but all they do is rage and rage,
for chances lost and chances gained
and going round the table again,
finding the world in not clear-cut
and by means we all get stuck in a rut,
a rut so big sometimes we forget,
that you know,
life's not over yet,
we do what we can,
we do what we might,
then perhaps,
just perhaps we can put the world right.

Well, go on!
What are you waiting for?
We're no longer in your way,
there's the door.