Though Roles May Change

This poem is a Shakespearean sonnet about appearances and equality.

A prince was born, and he became a lord;
He ruled the land with power, sense, and tact;
But foes attacked and claimed their own reward;
The lord was killed and all his land was sacked.

A tramp was born to live upon the street,
But as he worked, he earned a higher place,
And now he lives within a lofty suite,
And can’t recall the days of his disgrace.

One man went down, the other rose to be
A leader in his country’s upper class;
This life is strange, and we can never see
How things might change before we age and pass.

Though roles may change, as in a random game,
The oneness of our souls makes us the same.


All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
(William Shakespeare, from As You Like It)

But those who know that they are all the same need not salvation.
(A Course in Miracles: Complete and Annotated Edition, p. 644)

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