Life - a Stage or a Missed Production
by Angie Jenkins
Sometimes I wonder
What the world would be like
If it was really a stage.
Would we take to our newfound characters brilliantly,
Waving and flourishing our movements
As grandiose as a passionate conductor?
Would we strip the dreary and dead fragments of our lives away
To reveal fresh, vibrant works of art?
Would we become so in-tune
With the plots of our lives and of those around us
That it would be inherently clear
Which of us were the heroes and which the villains?
Would everyone take to the world with meaning and purpose,
As exciting and awe-inspiring as an opening night,
Playing out events with astonishing alacrity?
Or would we remain backstage,
Hidden among dusty props and memories,
Too ashamed to reveal
Our true hearts,
In fear we would not meet expectation
Or become everything we’d always dreamed?
For some, the world is a stage.
For others, it is merely another production
On its way to a bitter closing night.
Posted on 02/03/2010
Copyright © 2022 Angie Jenkins
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Amie Golda on 02/03/10 at 10:00 AM|
You make a good point. I somehow feel this could make a better essay, the way it flowed. But the heart is real and the fact that your questions are ones I've asked and wondered as well, shows your skill as a writer to find something hidden but relatable to us and put it into words.
|Posted by Charles M Harrison on 02/07/10 at 04:15 AM|
Very interesting line of thought. I have sometimes felt that the world is a stage and everything is an act. I look at the whats happening some days and thing this can't be real.
|Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/16/12 at 08:16 AM|
I think life is a stage, and like any stage, there are more people observing from the audience than actually participating in the grand production.
Excellent piece and positive insight into what people could/should be doing.