Joie de Vivre
It all could have been less serious,
more fun and played with more exuberance,
but like the lone tragedian
with his oft repeated dramatic scripts
we played ii out as an adversity,
a roll call of regrets.
We could have spent more time
doing nothing much in a more magnificent way.
Silence and patience
were never virtues, just a signal of ennui.
We could have enervated more days,
spent more time knocking over
sacred cows, or just being a happy jerk,
then writing a thousand poetic apologies
to a thousand strangers.
Speaking of ‘strangers’ a few more
jovial greetings and ‘how de do’s’
might have been the way to go,
more love letters and passion
just for sake of the spirits exaltation,
but no, we had to be the serious ones,
bespectacled and intense
the wise pretenders to a hoary old wizards throne
long abandoned by more astute jesters.
We imagined we were a sober business,
worthy of much studious scrutiny,
when in reality
we were just a walk on and walk off part
in a vaudeville show.
A place were the choice
between being a big banana
or a small sour grape was the only question.
At least let’s leave this stage
with an exaggerated clown walk,
and if we can’t quite bring ourselves
to laugh at the silliness of the human race,
then let us start and end with ourselves
as we wave a red-nosed goodbye
to a stunned and probably dead-pan crowd.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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