Spectator

 



 

My small little life

Lived in its tiny range

Inconspicuous, ordinary

I cannot change

 

The immensity of life

Is but like a motion picture

Flashing in front of me there

But I can not capture

 

I see it in Technicolor

All deeds grand and small

That others act everyday in life

Standing so tall

 

Knowing many were born

For performances great

Blessed with a spirit bold & strong

To fight and tirade

 

But I simply watch them

Like a spectator wide eyed

Holding a bag of popcorn warm

Sitting on the side

 

I am but only that

A silent viewer though involved,

Emoting, understanding & existing

But doing nothing at all…

~Glowing Embers~
(21st May 2004)

 

  

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