Charles Grimes the Writer

The Entertainer

 

We all start this life

With a story that needs

To be told

A working plan that

Needs to unfold

 

Some of us have the

Depths of a perceptive soul

To be found

And some of

Us can barely

Drag ourselves along

The ground

 

There are those among us

Who are so deep and profound

With dreams and

Thoughts and so much measure

To be found

That their days are spent

Surrounded by treasure

 

Some among us spend each

Day dealing with thoughts of

Death and dying

Sorting out the rhythms of the dark

And upon the completion

Of all of this traveling

The requisite renewal that becomes a lark

 

Then there are

Subjects like me

People with a shallow

Depth of their soul who the

Best thing that describes

Their curious state

Is they might be Entertaining

And hopefully they are in charge

Of their functioning mental estate

 

 

 

 

 

People like me who are

Mostly concerned about

Food and warmth and making

You laugh

 

People like me who have

Deep and meaningful

Dreams and then craft them

Into stories because that is

What appeals to their sense of the lyrical

 

We don't look for

The meaning or any sense

Of it all

We look for a smile

A laugh or a nod

We want to reduce the tense

Moments of Pain that fill

The little houses all the while

 

Yes we are entertainers

And no matter

What is said or done

This is our perception of God's

Life this show this journey of living

We have found ourselves

Traveling upon

 

And when our trip is over

A voice from the gallery might call

And Be heard as they yell out

He was not so bad after all