As a child I played with soldiers
then later with romance.
As an adult I played with power
and later with finance.
Then one day
I became part of a small funeral game
in which people dressed themselves
in black & gray
& near the place where my ashes lay
in fields of auburn grass
birds sang in a gentle breeze
as little ones
who knew nothing at all about "me"
joyfully played & danced.
|Ron:||Is human life merely like a child's play and our existence akin to a mayfly's brief day?|
|Linda:||(chuckling). Well, it certainly seems that way.|
|Lis:|| (half in jest) But isn't there any grand epiphany?
Are our lives merely brief buffets whose victuals are certain to swiftly decay?
|Linda:||(baffled) Are you looking to me for answers?|
|Lis:||Well, I'm asking for an opinion.|