The possum playing possum on the street

Has gone to such lengths to accurately portray!

Stage makeup makes him pale,

And his costume includes tread marks on his tail.

And he's not moving or going anywhere,

But everything in rapt attention waits

For him to get up, dust himself off,

And signal the curtain to come down,

The finale to the play!

If all the world truly is a stage,

I fight the urge to want a better part,

But maybe the best that I can do

Is take what I've got and be awesome,

And quit sleeping through all my lines,

Like a fainting goat or a possum.

-jenn