Stages of Life

On the edge of town

rundown, decaying

standing alone

engulfed in darkness

no sign of the glory it once had

The Theatre of Life

 

A stage in each corner

a layer of dust

a broken beam

a torn curtain

no sign of the glory they once had

The Stages of Life

 

A small shoe

a rusted silver bell

a worn blanket

a sign of the glory it once had

The First Stage of Life

 

A deformed birdhouse, homemade

a torn jacket splattered with mud

a dime earned by the sweat of a young brow

a sign of the glory it once had

The Next Stage of Life

 

Workboots, overused and full of holes

a tearstained prayerbook

a gold locket, a smiling family within

a sign of the glory it once had

The Third Stage of Life

 

A parchment written with shaky hand

a will, on a

small fragile platform

a sign of the glory it didn’t have

The Last Stage of Life

 

Four Stages standing alone

layers of dust

broken beams

torn curtains

a sign of the glory they still have

The Stages of Life

 

~ Aviva Sokolow

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