Next Page Poem by Curtis Johnson

Next Page Curtis Johnson
Undoubtedly, the earth is round, and massive amounts of waters abound.
Me thinks it's true that one day time shall be no more. And me think that 'mere olivion' may be the dying wish
of thosing claiming to be the 'master of their own ship'. But in eternity's world, there can be only 'One Master'.
And me think it's not true that 'all the world's a stage. Notwithstanding, there are scenes enough to amaze,
and no shortest of interesting parts and people to engage. Indeed, there is a broad stage where all may and ought have their say.
Yet, there are also narrow stages that invite trouble, darkening our day. There is a world of 'make-believe feelings of reality' that we wish were true.
There are platforms and plots enough for all, including me and you; plenty of room for the many and the few; and gifted works, old and new.
Human drama is broad and twristing; as faithful as the early morning dew. May all captives of ignorance and fear be released from their cage.
May all find a way of escape from both man-made and self inflicted caves. Let us set at east troubled souls once enraged. May none feel alone or
degraded, nor let those on the edge be overlooked or evaded. None's perfect and may not lay claim to have never misbehaved.
The last scene of the last act; and for the last time, the curtain is raised. The story line and the character performance left the audience ablaze.
Such a world is indeed a stage, so predictable, pristine, and finite. In eternity's world, like a never ending story, there is always another page. 03242017 cj;