WIDE ANGLE
The Great Fall
Life is many things,
A river, a flower, characters on a stage
Puppet in a cage.
Many things it is not,
Bed of roses, a nasty old lady, a one-way door,
A place you say “evermore”.
Many poets have tried to do justice to this one word,
A myriad of metaphors, a double-edged sword.
I joined that procession, never-ending
Comparing life to a function, of all things.
You see, we are all caught in this function
Of many variables, a web of tension.
This function is a succession of crests and troughs,
Intermingled with patches, smooth and rough.
You never settle, you never rest,
It is trickery, at its best.
You take a ride of life,
Or life takes you for a ride.
The tracks have been laid,
Only to be screwed in place.
Let down your hair,
Enjoy it, it is karma’s dare.
Remember, there is no moment to spare.
Till you reach your great fall
Where the track ends,
Where you rest, if at all.