The Fallible Mortal

We are all but actors on the stage , A popular line from Shakespeare. Not knowing our roles or our lines , And of course the script unknown, We arrive on that stage, with a feeble cry , Of protest or joy, we are yet to decide .

Those early years pass, uneventful , Carefree scenes through which , Our parents and teachers guide us . We make it without much ado , But too soon we are adults. And with sadness must bid adieu , To our happy childhood.

Armed with the confidence of youth , We set out on that stage to conquer. With our conviction as our shield, We chase our vision with passion. Until those missteps make us bungle , And our lines crack and we stumble .

The cast and crew they change , They come and they go while we stay . Much to our misery and grief we learn , The reins of this stage is not in our hands . We face those cruel tricks life plays , Whether it is our best act to cut short , Or the botched ones to prolong .

With each failure our dreams dissolve, With each disillusionment our ideals crumble . No closer to the fate we sought , In futility we try to rewrite our destiny. Seeking answers we turn to religion, To books of knowledge and tradition. If we are fortuitous wisdom appears, Descends on us in small measures , Most often , much too late .

Comes the time when our act is over , No encores , no ovations, greet us . Bowing we exit silently , still wondering, Did heaven have a plan , a purpose ? Or are we merely random beings , Poor victims of our circumstances?

Guess we will never know , But in hope we cling to the faith that , God in His wisdom created each one of us , And we belong to His Cosmic story , That our lives , though fallible , Have purpose for His Divine Glory .