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Still Only Rehearsing for Life: A Poem

Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.


Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.

-- Wayne Dyer

Clinging to the only self we know

we are voluntary prisoners in our jail

supporting actors in a monotonous show

rehearsing for a stardom, always ready to fail.

Under the spotlight so blindingly strong

our stage is everything that we can see

deep down we know our script is wrong

but wrong is part of role we can only be.

Still happily lost somewhere in the Act One

hoping dropped curtain may mean applause

we are still only starting, far from being done

not realizing how our acting resembles pause.

For, there is nothing like an epic plot in our tale

and we might as well step down from the stage

to join the audience wallowing in their own jail

looking around, it's more spacey than a cage.

Lights over exit doors look dimmed down

not calling anymore outside of that place

and it feels like the only theater in town

with a repertoire of some old replays.

Here, even our director has fallen asleep

no wonder it feels like we're doing so fine

that old, and ever present annoying creep

playing our conscience at each spoken line.

Well, at least ir seems to be quite safe here

unlike outdoors with all uncertain directions

of course, ours is not to play a Shakespeare

our act too simple to bother with corrections.

Who would want to leave the comforts of this stage

where close to nothing happens except rehearsing

and this seems like the way to embrace the old age

times of brave auditions are gone without reversing.

© 2022 Val Karas