THE LIFE AHEAD

Michael Edwards

 

THE LIFE AHEAD

 

When man is young with pulse still strong

his destiny which knows no better

waits as hands prepare the stage

for curtain rise on life’s theatre.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 24th, 2017 00:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Been away - back in the saddle today with one of my sketches.
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  • kevin browne

    and of course they do with the huge variation in style. we all need that stage to stand on so thanks for reminding us where we should be.

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic M.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Youth they say is often wasted on the young - this verse indicates that in its second stanza methinks - fine words again Michael and oh that wonderful sketch. - - great shape.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thank you Fay. Brian has a fusion poem going at the moment on what age you would like to be. You know what - I'm actually happy if I could stay at my current age but perhaps I am one of the lucky ones of my generation.

    • FredPeyer

      The sketch is outstanding, and the poem is great! But sometimes I do think that my life is more of a circus, rather than a theater.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks Fred - have you got a red nose? 🙂

      • Goldfinch60

        That curtain raising can bring great things to our lives. Good write

        • Michael Edwards

          The only problem is that once it is raised the next event is to lower it and I'm not a youngster any more.

          • Goldfinch60

            Neither am I but we can still wish.

          • Renzi

            Wonderful. In a life were nothing is certain, anything is possible ❤

            • Michael Edwards

              Just so Renzi- thanks for looking in.

            • BRIAN & ANGELA

              Thanks MICHAEL ~ love the HOSS ! Yes indeed "All of life's a stage and we ~ Men & Women ~ merely players ! As Youths we rush on stage uninhibited ~ as we get older we wait apprehensive in the wings ~ forgetting our lines ! Yours BRIAN

              • Michael Edwards

                If life is but a stage where do we go in the interval? thanks Brian.

              • Louis Gibbs

                Life is but a stage and we are the actors ... a theme about which I have written too, probably not as well, and embrace completely. I love this one, Michael! A concise beauty.

                • Michael Edwards

                  Thanks Louis - only got time to write shorter pieces at the moment.

                • malubotelho

                  Awesome thoughtful short writing. Made me think. If I could make my younger son to reflect about it.

                • Jooles

                  Love thus. ..and it begins...is what it says to me

                • sue.evans

                  All life is a drama whether unfolding quietly or announcing to the world with whistles and bells. Your poem captures the theatre of life!



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