all merely players….

all merely players

most go through their lives
following a prepared script
then come the last lines
with surprise the last act’s read
though now they want to ad lib
lines must be read as written

 

 

 

a reflection of life…

do you  even
begin
to understand
that these words
may be
your last
have you run your tongue
along the sharp edges of existence
to feel the pain of tomorrow
and
your impending death
i think not
for if you did
you would not
waste
your time
with
these
foolish
rhymes
of
mine