All The World A Stage

I came into this world, not chiefly to make this a good place to live in, but to live in it, be it good or bad. - Thoreau

another viny day

another mystifying ho-hum

lost in the pounding percussion of an incalcuable connundrum

the clash, clang and crashing crescendo of life's meanings and cymbals

sewing the six strings of a wailing guitar with fingers armored in dented thimbles

in and outing a squeezebox of doubt

occasionally stopping to laugh and shout

he crooned his woes

he bonged his gong

half-right and half-wrong

holding onto the rhythm of faith all along

hitting all the notes of a soulful song

to the bitter end

broken hearted curtain-calls assuaged

we, merely players

all the world a stage

Author's Note

"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. If you will not try, you will go to your grave with your song still inside you. Christianity only hopes. It has hung its harp on the willows, and cannot sing a song in a strange land." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

This takes me back to all the concerts and festivals. I was a roadie for a progressive rock band at one point. So all the more poignant for that. And the Verve came from my home town. Friends as muscians in bands as well. So I enjoy this on all points. I also agree with the Thoreau qoute. So it hits me on all levels.

[Pete]

wow. interesting factoids. music really is the universal language. thanks so much for sharing ... :)