My Blog this week I have called Life the Stage, it is really about death and of how life's perceptions can change. The subject of death hardly ever gets an airing and is rarely discussed most likely because of our conscious fear, regardless of the fact that it is a journey that we all must undertake and from which there is no escape.
Earlier this week I was conversing with a friend about life, its mysterious intricacies, the paths that we have walked that have somehow led us to where we are now. To have the circle of friends that we have now, yet each of us started out in different places on the planet at different dates.
As individuals our lives contain experiences that shaped us and these continue, through some remarkable events or an event in our separateness that brought us all together. This does make me wonder is life accidental or are we living to a pre arranged script ?
Perhaps the poem below will clarify for you the words that I have left unsaid above, even though you may need to read the poem more than once.
Life the Stage
The living dreams of life
stay curious in minds that sleep
As we thespians play out
unwritten lines from a script.
A mystery in waxed footfalls
the rugged stage stumbles players
To shout aloud ‘accident’
unaware of the plot.
That pain creates character.
Babes whimper in hungry winds
starved of words that feed
The editors press with love
that which parents fumble to create.
A continuous dramatic comedy
ever changing scenes unheralded
Through time and space the acts
receive no applause or curtain calls.
For thespians are the critics unpaid
as unborn babes queue as audience
Impatient for a part on the stage.
© MRL 1983