Actors Upon The Grocery Stage

 

We walk through aisles in daily scenes,
With checkout lines, just as things seem.
Yet look again — this life we see
It’s layered deep with artistry.

 

That clerk who scans with practiced grace,
Each glance, each frown on someone’s face —
We’re not just fixtures in this store,
We’re actors meaning something more.

We’re playing roles with tender skill,
Performing care with quiet will.
A thousand scripts, our shared ballet,
Each one’s a part of our grand play.

 

No one’s a prop or faint cliché,
Each soul performs in their own way.
We improvise through joy and ache —
With playfulness, our grandest fake.

 

We see we’re perfect, with no flaw,
We feel that quiet human draw.
No parts are judged but understood,
Faked all so real, and as they should.

We’re holding roles with tender skill,
Performing care with quiet will.
A thousand scripts, our shared ballet,
Each one’s a part of our grand play.

 

This isn’t Shakespeare’s mournful view —
Not fate that strips the self from you.
But meaning made in what we give,
In how we act, in how we live.

 

The world is staged, but not to fade —
It’s how connection gets portrayed.
A glance, a pause, each practiced part —
Compassion in our daily art.

We’re holding roles with tender skill,
Performing care with quiet will.
A thousand scripts, our shared ballet,
Each one’s a part of our grand play.