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.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Been away - back in the saddle today with one of my sketches.
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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.
Thanks Kevin
A fine write and pic M.
Cheers O
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.
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.
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.
Thanks Fred - have you got a red nose? 🙂
That curtain raising can bring great things to our lives. Good write
The only problem is that once it is raised the next event is to lower it and I'm not a youngster any more.
Neither am I but we can still wish.
Wonderful. In a life were nothing is certain, anything is possible ❤
Just so Renzi- thanks for looking in.
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
If life is but a stage where do we go in the interval? thanks Brian.
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.
Thanks Louis - only got time to write shorter pieces at the moment.
Awesome thoughtful short writing. Made me think. If I could make my younger son to reflect about it.
Love thus. ..and it begins...is what it says to me
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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