Stage

What am I? 

To stand or fall?

To support or crumble? 

Which do I choose?

Standing tall and always there. 

In the spotlight but never seen.

Witness miracles and worship but never given credit.

Help raise others but taken for granted. 

What am I? 

I am the stage of life.

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