Theatre of Life.
The Honeymoon is over
Flown out to Sea
Up in the clouds
Where it always be
Whilst down here on Earth
Beauty lay like diamonds in the rough
To find them, one must be tough
What if one’s not? Then what’ve got?
Head or heart, feeling shot?
Choose Life the trainspotters say
But to be blitzed just for a day
Numbed, dumbed, falsely in bliss
Like when in love seeking a kiss
Veils to cross or pull down
Final curtain calls a sound
On this theatre called life
Not Mother, Success, nor a Wife
©2017. Dorn Simon