All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one girl in her time plays many parts,

Prop coordinators have much importance,

Some find them pesky and inexperienced,

The poor young thing fumbles, bumbles, stumbles,

Until she does her job without hesitance.

Stage managers have a little more respect,

But not nearly enough for satisfaction.

She wants to get laughs and so she cracks some jokes

In hopes that he(lium) will react (it won't).

Now she's over him and is purely business,

Working her way up in the system, learning

That directors have to make hard decisions,

And to be your own discerning self-critic.

Then out of the blue, she's the producer,

Bombarded with tasks and appointing them too,

But before she explores the new horizon,

She wants to enjoy everything one last time,

So she cheers loudly for the actors, dancers,

Loving the skit, knowing it's the last one

In her life. But even producers move on.

She's back in business, ready for a new start,

Maybe as a manager in an office,

And when she's done with that she can go and

Be CEO and start her own business.

One last thing to know: All the World's her Stage,

If guys take an interest, she'll be fine with it,

But there won't be any closing curtains,

Until everything is just as she likes it.