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The Stage Called Life  
 
Driving rain darkness surrounds him now a choice has been made, now here in the thicket deep with rich fir rising to the heavens.
Why? Where? How?  Questions whose answers are not yet ascertained, known only as sad dialogue depicting terrible acting.
 
Beginnings, Endings what is the plot? Has he forgotten the lines to his own story? Life does he dare ask? Question? Have they been forgotten?
Madman or Charming Fellow his is a journey among the sharp rocks and wildflowers, laughing yet dying on the inside beyond view.
 
Curious to the naked eye the viewer cannot yet determine an ending to the play called Life, Reality is touched if for a moment. 
The stage is lit as the man makes his entrance from the left-hand side; a silence falls over the gathering crowd forming.
 
Time has now gone to the other side of the pendulum, now lines appear on once youthful face showing cracks, telling a tale of many lies, and deceit he has encountered.
As the clock ticks on no one is immune from her touch we all must keep in step lest be left behind, Gentleman now hopes love and sanity can save him from the maddening haze, Perhaps ?
 
 
 
 
                                             ©2020 David Jerry Mitchell

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