Stage

We're actors on the stage of life,
Cast in an absurd and tragic-comic play,
Each playing our part in futile dreams
Of gods, illusions on some eternal stay,
We're born in pain, fearing death's agony,
Aspire to some fleeting goals in our vanity,
Spend our lives spouting some useless sophistry,
In silent despair try to negate death's certainty,
The parts we play often remembered as an obscenity,
And after a while we drift to dust into obscurity,
Our world's stage only a temporary illusion,
We spend our years anesthetized into delusion,
Actors, who never came to any rational conclusion,
If there be gods, they'd laugh at our futility,
Decide on what they wrought has no utility,
Cancel it out as a misguided debility...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz