The Letter

I wrote a letter to myself, from the past.

"The world is a wonderful place

Know you not your duty in it?

Or are you a wraith, mere stuff caught

Within the ebb and flow of Time, doomed

To wash up upon Life's distant and 

Craggy shore?

The stage has been set. The lighting has

Been readied. Whilst the crowd awaits,

A decision must be made. To venture

Out into that Great Unknown, where 

Critics abound and nay-sayers number plenty?

To stay and wait upon some great Happening

To sweep you up and o'er take you? 

'Tis doubtful.

See, be quick to it. Think swiftly!

The curtain, red and billowing, rises.

Shall you step out to that stage?

The choice is

yours."