Final Act.
Some of the dialogue remains to be written,
And who knows? There may be
One or two scene changes left too.
Yet already the stagehands reach for the lines
That will draw the curtains to their final close.
No encore. Just a finish. Life is like that, you know.

Here on the stage the experience is different
From what the audience sees and
How they witness what unfolds.
It is as if they are not privy to some of the lines, or
Maybe the actors makes omissions and changes to their scripts.
I did, and I know others did too.

Opposing leads change from beginning to end
Although I always play the starring role,
It is, after all, my life story.
Far too many villains are written into the script, and
In the end, not even I a heroine remain.
This cannot be the Playwrights best work.

Tragedy and comedy closely intertwine,
Witty and pragmatic is the comic side
But largely without laughter and mirth.
The depth of emotion and lack of tolerance
That mark a tragedy dominate the lines, as does
Social isolation and pain. No surprise.

I played my part as well as I could
Considering the draft I was handed at the start-
Too many adversaries to overcome.
Disappointed, I read the last few pages knowing
Few will remember this play once the final curtain falls.
No encore. Just a finish. Life is like that, you know.

This is a recent poem, a little dark but I did not mean it to be.

I have not written much lately. I have been here and read others posts and left comments but my own are few and far between. I find myself concerned about many of you. I worry about Jeri's son and Ted. I worry about Fredo, and I am glad Jon has new kittens to take some of the pain away from losing Hobes. Some of you post less than me. How are you? What is going on in your lives?