If all the world is indeed a stage
and Men and Women are players
then is life a game?
Oh if that were only so
and we could start afresh everyday
with no change to the stakes.
No hurt no scars no regrets
Such life Utopic and yet myopic
No pain is no gain.
Without anything to gain
what is there to strive for,
Why breathe at all.
No scars means no adventures,
No close scrapes,
moments of madness,
exhilarating sighs of relief.
No thankfulness nor fear.
No regrets means nothing ventured,
No extraordinary life.
Fishing with a line that
has no hook is not fishing at all.
What are the questions in our lives
The things that need answers.
Where do we find these and whence the answers,
In the mirror we see, our eyes a pathway to truth
No reproach no sadness no regrets
A life worth living.