If Life is Indeed a Cabaret

If life is indeed a cabaret,

Then how is it that every day,

We simply make our weary way,

From sunup ’til in bed we lay?

**

If the world is merely a stage,

Then why work so hard for wage?

And why then do we fear to age,

If elders are supposedly sage?

**

If we’re meant to see ourselves as flowers,

That bloom and wilt after some hours,

Then why does Death make us cower?

And why does his nearness make us sour?

**

But let us say life’s a show,

One that is unnaturally slow,

And if we accept there’ll be some woe,

Does it make it any easier to go?

**

No, it doesn’t, that I’ll say!

For if life is good, we’d like to stay.

And even if it’s not, that’s still okay,

Death will come sometime, anyway.

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12 thoughts on “If Life is Indeed a Cabaret

  1. Erin M says:

    Gorgeous poem! Great balance between old-fashioned and contemporary. I super-especially like the first two stanzas!

    You’re such a talented writer. =]

  2. There is a song in Hindi, language of India which translates to, “Life is an unfaithful mistress… it will ditch u one day. Death is a loyal wife… it will take u along some day.”

    Beautiful creation.

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