(This is indeed the first poem I made after I graduated College (which was over 2 years ago). It is not as grand as Emily Dickinson's or Edgar Allan Poe's. Actually, I am not after the criticisms, I am after the expression of my thoughts.)
The time has come
For me to go
And since Shakespeare said
"All the World's a Stage"
I will make a grand exit
out of the play of your life
An exit so memorable
That might make you stop me
But I don't care anymore
It might be criticized by the audience
It might be called a flop
But for me
who makes the screen play of our lives
This must be my ending
I don't want it tragic
Yet I still want it to be memorable
It may not be graceful
But I still call it grand
So be prepared
Your stage is mine for a while
And watch me make
My final bow.
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