Theatre Extraordinaire

Tis a dying world breathing its last,

gasping for precious moments

of continuance.

Welcome to the last and final show -  

A grand pretence of life,

a manic exuberance, 

a tragic remembrance

of better times.

Vie to be the stars of the final rendition,

on this glorious stage.

The biggest sham of them all

was believing it was bigger

than it seemed.

It's the Grand Finale! Come one and all

a show you wouldn't want to miss,

couldn't miss it

if you did.

Places, lights, all in place

for one last act.

Spectators spectral throng the seats

at the end of time.

Pause

It has been year since I last wrote,
a long time indeed
Before there comes even one new word,
there is a lot that I must read.
Have I changed since last I penned a word?
thus the question stands
This fluid mind can't help be recast,
carved by the passing sands
of Time, for that never stopped
even if I did halt.
So much happens in a day, a month...
a year is a seething vault
of dissent, revolt, agonized introspection
and every dark design.
Of endearment, agreement, zest and smiles
and concerns more benign.
Changes big and changes small in
every little thing
And still to come, sooner than I'd like,
transition is yet lurking
What shadow, menacing silhouette
lies out there in wait?
What misty future striding up
did this past year create?
Deer in the headlights, tumbling thoughts
and raging heart am I
I need a pause, a while to think!
But time is racing by