Performance Of A Lifetime

My life seems transformed into a mist;
physicality melting into spirit;
my existance seems almost dismissed;
but there is no reason to fear it.

The backdrop of reality seems surreal;
tho landscape seems much the same;
those places and things that had appeal;
no longer appear germane.

Many have described this world as a stage;
where actors all play their roles;
coming and going; they each engage;
light illusions of their souls.

As actors we act out our different roles;
within an illusion of light;
a living picture of withering souls;
vanishing into the night.

We come to believe in the light of day;
our livelihood becomes our call;
but we are all actors in life’s play;
eventually the curtain will fall.

We eagerly deliver our lines with glib;
all of those lines, we rehearse;
part of the time, we choose to ad-lib;
our humor; sometimes perverse.

The theater, now, has become like a mist;
a shadowy memory of yesterday;
fortunately; I’m on the Conductor’s list;
I’m scheduled to be in another play.

Monty 6/20/24. # 2,167