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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

Date: 10/25/2014 9:13:00 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
Date: 10/26/2014 12:59:00 PM

I respectfully disagree.

Dorian Petersen Potter

Date: 10/23/2014 12:43:00 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
Date: 10/26/2014 1:02:00 PM

Thank you for commenting.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 6/2/2009 6:49:00 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
Date: 10/26/2014 1:03:00 PM

I'm very late for a reply but better late than never. Thanks for commenting.