Life is But a Play About Cooking and Playing GamesA Poem by Dennis ShanabergWe are hydrogen; And we are oxygen; A pinch of some carbon With a few other things stirred in. The same ingredients Just combined with varied intention Tossed into the world Without destinied directions. We are all the same, But we are each our own-- Parts torn from the whole And hastily re-sewn. Strange dichotomy-- Grey is black and white. No one’s better. No one’s worse. All wrong, but we’re all all right. Everyone will play their part, But the role is theirs to choose. And who you were at the start Develops as you walk in different shoes. There is no lead in this play Just cliched, on-stage, mere players. There’s subtext in all their lines The best will find points beneath the layers. You are better than no one. No one is any better than you. We’re all on the same level, Just different in what we do. The game of life is better in this view. There are no ladders to climb Or chutes to fall through-- Just our own paths to the end to find. © 2012 Dennis ShanabergReviews
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Added on July 8, 2012Last Updated on July 8, 2012 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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