#11: The Curtains Close

The curtains close at their will

Or perhaps when Grandfather Time pulls the string.

Though this holds true for each of Life’s act,

No one ever let’s this secret out

When you first step on life’s stage -

The lines all rehearsed,

Your mask, your costume all in place

As you take the spotlight for the part you believe

You were born to play.

And over the nervousness, the stage fright

You believe you will be the star of the day.

But that never happens,  

You leave your act incomplete

For the curtains close at their will

Or perhaps when Grandfather Time pulls the string.

And though now you know this as the rules of the stage  

You show up

Hoping that perhaps this time

You will get to fully deliver those lines

The expressions, the moves in perfect sync

With every co-actor sharing the stage with you

And you believe

Each shot you take will be given a fair chance

Each handshake of yours will meet a friendly smile

Each apology accepted by a forgiving heart

But the child's ignorance is simply replaced by the adult's denial

As that never happens,

The exchanges rarely feel complete

For the curtains close at their will

Or perhaps when Grandfather Time pulls the string.

And in the darkness that befalls on us all,
complete confusion prevails,
With muddled lines, missed cues
and notes in discordant scales.
But we persist with the act, replaying each exchange 

Over and over again, like the hamster on his wheel
Constantly moving, yet going nowhere at all.
But perhaps this is what Life's act was meant to be
Persevering in the darkness hoping for the dawn
For no matter what, the show must go on
Even if the curtains seem to close at their will
Or when Grandfather Time pulled the strings.