Charley's ___ , farce staged in London in 1892, revived and adapted ever since

The Origins of CharleyCharley lives in the hills of England
A rural idyll where folk dwell
He's a local legend, a byword for charm
A man of simple tastes, with a heart that's warmHe's the one who kept the village alive
By telling tales of old, of life and of strife
His stories were passed down, through generations of men
A testament to the power of oral traditionCharley's legacy lives on
A cherished part of the village's historyThe Farce of LifeLife's a farce, a comedy of errors
A never-ending cycle of birth, growth, and decay
We're all just playing roles, trying to make a name
While others suffer, in a world without a careThe farce is a reflection of our human plight
A struggle to survive, in the dark of night
We search for meaning, for a purpose to claim
But in the end, it's all just a farce, a futile gameWe're all just actors, playing a part
Trying to find our place, in the grand play of life's artThe Staged PlayersThe people of London, they're a stage to play
A city of contrasts, where wealth and poverty sway
From East to West, the city's a canvas wide
Where artists and merchants, come to live and resideThe stage is a mirror, reflecting the city's soul
A place where dreams and madness, make up the whole
The players take their roles, with skill and with art
As they bring the city's story, to the great and the smallTheir stories are a mix, of joy and of pain
A tale of the human condition, in all its vainThe Londoners' tales, are a testament to their might
A city of resilience, where the brave take flightThe 1892 RevivalThe 1892 revival, of the city's stage
A time of rebirth, as new stories were engaged
The playwrights were a tribe, of visionaries bold
Who brought new ideas, to the city's story untoldThe revival was a time, of fresh starts and new views
As the city's people, came together to renew
The stage was a hub, of creative energy
Where artists and writers, came to make their spreeTheir stories were a mix, of hope and of fear
A tale of the city's soul, in all its merrimentThe Revival's news, was a cause for cheer
As the city's people, came together to hold dearThe Adapted TalesThe adapted tales, were a mix of old and new
A blend of the familiar, with stories yet to break through
The playwrights took, the best of the past
And made it fresh, for the present at lastThe adapted tales, told a new story each day
A fresh perspective, on the world's way
The city's people, came to see and to hear
The stories that the playwrights, brought to their dearThe adapted tales, were a testament to the power
Of the human imagination, in all its hourThe Ever-GrowingThe ever-growing tales, of the city's stage
A story of life and death, in all its age
The city's people, came to see and to hear
The stories that the playwrights, brought to their dearThe ever-growing tales, told a story each day
A fresh perspective, on the world's way
The city's people, came to see and to hear
The tales that the playwrights, brought to their dearTheir stories were a mix, of growth and of decay
A tale of the city's soul, in all its wayThe Ever-Growing tale, of the city's stage
A story of life and death, in all its age
The city's people, came to see and to hear
The stories that the playwrights, brought to their dear