Look at the little marionette
Dancing on those silver strings
See the joy it’s dance brings?
With grace it moves across center stage
It really was quite all the rage
And the wizard behind the curtain,
The grand puppeteer!
It is for him the crowds unwittingly jeer
In the end this much is certain
He smiles and opens the champagnes cork
Praising the little doll for his endless work
The gold fills the masters every coffer
But the marionette never receive a single copper
Time flys and the crowd begins to dwindle
And the master plays less and less with its spindle
No more does the marionette’s movements entrance
No more does the marionette dance
Now it lies alone in a cedar wood box
Cast aside with the rubble, the dirt, the rocks
It hasn’t the strength to get up or walk
It hasn’t the moth to cry or talk
It’s once polished face now gathers dust
Even it’s silver strings begin to rust
Alone and forgotten it doth lay
Never again to see the light of day
And the years pass and my bones creak
I know I am growing ever more weak
In my youth I was much more grand
But now I haven’t even the strength to stand
One day soon they will lay me in a cedar wood box
Alone with all the dirt, rubble, and rocks
Alone and forgotten I too will lay
Never again to see the light of day
If you need to talk, I'm always here for you. *hug*
And no it's not something that happened to me... not exactly I mean. The marionette is just a symbol of ones life cycle. We all 'dance' throughout life perusing our ambitions and goals, while the rest of the world watches in the audience. It is like Shakespeare said, our lives are but one big play. I've written a few poems that adhere to that concept.
As for a relation to me: I have never died, but I do know one day I will. Time will fly by just as it did for person in the second part of the poem. There will come a day when they are lain in a cedar wood box (coffin, commonly made out of cedar back in the old days), just as there will come a day when their memory if forgotten. It will happen to me, it will happen to those I love, it will happen to everyone. Also I will get old, and my bones will creak. They all ready do, but I'm sure it won't get better with age hehe.
In the end though, to relate back to the whole life is a play bit, I can only hope that I put on a performance that brings some type of joy to someone. Even if that is just one person =]