Albert Ahearn Poet Sonnet

Theater of the Absurd

All of us are born ignorant and some
Of us remain that way I'm sad to say.
The knowledgeable flourish and become
The shepherds, the dumb just piddle away
Their lives like sheep in a grassy pasture.
The ignorance in our society
Exists through our own design I am sure
To guarantee an apt propriety.
Without the sheep there can be no shepherds.
Therefore a symbiotic relation
Plays in the theater of the absurd.
There is no suitable explanation 
Don't even attempt to state a notion.
Our roles are predetermined one by one.

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Igor Goldkind October 25, 2014 at 9:13 AM Until the sheep eat the shepherd, that is. I like the sentiment but reject the fatalism of the last line. >Our roles are predetermined one by one. Is precisely the error that permits the shepherds their rule. Albert Ahearn October 26, 2014 at 12:59 PM I respectfully disagree.

Dorian Petersen Potter October 23, 2014 at 12:43 PM I agree with my dear friend Carol. Three no escape from this life's theater while we live. I really enjoyed your theater of the absurd poem, Albert! Take care! love and light! xxx D. Albert Ahearn October 26, 2014 at 1:02 PM Thank you for commenting.

Carolyn Devonshire June 2, 2009 at 6:49 AM Great analogy of life to Theatre of the Absurd. This role can get tiring, Albert, but there's no escape. Love, Carolyn Albert Ahearn October 26, 2014 at 1:03 PM I'm very late for a reply but better late than never. Thanks for commenting.