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Puppet Tears

For puppets never see the strings their lifetimes scenes played out on stage reflected in the viewers eyes their lives and deaths a curtain call. No sunrise ever greets their day for puppets never see the strings of lifetimes lived upon the stage of flowerless and saddened plays. No moonlit shadows follow them through sleepless dreams of dancing feet for puppets never see the strings nor feel a heart breaks stirring sting. Upon the stage they laugh, they cry and bear the burden of the fate of lifetimes lived upon the stage for puppets never see the strings. John G. Lawless ©10/21/2021

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Date: 10/24/2021 8:09:00 PM
Superb write, John... More proof as well that the 'a puppet' is not the answer to 'What do you wanna be when you grow up?' ~ High-strung
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Date: 10/23/2021 7:04:00 PM
I find this one very powerful poem, John, makes me wonder, if the human race never see the strings also.
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John lawless
Date: 10/24/2021 4:15:00 PM
Well, Harry, I was metaphorically dancing to just such a drummer. Thanks for stopping to read and comment
Date: 10/22/2021 7:27:00 AM
This made me sad. I know they’re not real but it made me think of Pinnochio.
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Date: 10/24/2021 4:16:00 PM
and sadly even for humans there are always "strings" attached. thanks for stopping to read and comment