Stumbling about each scene
Without out lines memorized
In a gigantic Play
Whose Author keeps us
In the dark for reasons we
Can not fathom
We leap and dance in youth
Stand strong and steady adults
Reduced at the end
To where we came from
Small and weak but with memories
Of the loved being loved alive
Swirling around we played
Endless games in endless plays
Where our parts changed
With each forgotten line
Moving inexorably on The Journey
As tattered players finally worn down
Threadbare at the last days
So the future is past tense
Foretold by those gone
Who were old before us
And at last the Answers
Revealed but too late to reveal
In whispered voices we couldn't hear
The tunnel of light in the distance
Into which we'll all disappear.
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