Lifagacity
For those that seems to be wise, some finalist inclusive.
Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life, rigidly defined. Just one. One life. We have nothing else. – Ugo Betti (1892 – 1953)
Italian dramatist and poet.
Life:
A stage play.
The VIP: the Gods.
They laugh at men,
(Mobs, Masses, Wise, and Simple),
When we talk about tomorrow,
‘cos they have and know the Overview
Not the Summary.
A play staged,
In which sit-warmers,
Stage men, and siblings
Behind the scene
Are life actors,
Acting without rehearsals.
The stage itself: an actor
Playing lifelessly,
With different men of diverse lifes.
While the sit-warmers prepare
To be the main actor.
Hmm!
Some are with a script
Well! Is it theirs?
Some act two notes
Kia! Is it good?
Some again without a tone
Tuning to and fro.
Haa! I shake my head,
The Gods are still laughing.
I’m like one
Who can’t say where
He stands.
Well! I stand.
I know I’m not back-stage.
But what is the proof?
What is my act?
Tragedy or comedy personified,
Is no man’s fathomable idea.
Act your part in the paths
Well enough
So as to laugh at the end.
He who laughs last,
Laughs best.
Can yours be better
Than that of the gods
Or our innumerable spectators.
Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering. – John Keats (1795 – 1821)
English poet.
