What will you say to this dying lady, will you ask her where she has been? Or tell her that she does not look the wear of a life that is soon to end? Time is a fleeting commodity. Only missed when not used well. What will happen in the future, as they say, ‘only time will tell’. As I journey through the final episode of a play lived with pleasure and pain I ponder the value of my life, what I would change or do again. So when that inevitable day comes that I end this grand charade, I am saddened by the mistakes I created And blessed by the friends I have made.