The Stage Crumbles Under

The Stage Crumbles Under

A Poem by KurKota

The Stage of the World deteriorates beneath the Players feet.

There were familiar boards tread upon
The lights were there to guide
My place on the stage was known
At times, no where to hide.

It was determined what I was to say
Where it were I was to stand
I was to always ask what I may
But not always, the answer understand.

But that was the Stage of my youthful days
As I aged, I found that not only were it my eyes
That saw things different, but in a daze
My mind in itself found efforts that made cries !

With the realization that not only was it not only me,
However, it was more dramatically
The very Stage upon which I performed,
Falling apart, lights dimmed, the stage boards rotting !

© 2018 KurKota

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Some always see the "wonder", some just view cobwebs and dust. Some see puppies and others an endless drudgery of inconvenience and "unpleasantnesses" to deal with. Life is ever a glass - half-full, half-empty ...wake with a smile or a grumble. It IS a momentary choice but a "lasting" one.

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Added on July 23, 2016
Last Updated on May 14, 2018
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