A life of fun and tragedy

Here is something fun for your evening, so do not interpret it sadly as you might othewise do.  For tonight is mellow.  A long swim on a warm summer evening, a day filled with challenges and triumphs and perhaps an insurrmountable problem or two, but a day nonetheless, and the spinning world promises another both similar and completely different tomorrow.  And now for the main attraction.


How sad it must be
not to be manic
and depressive
as certain as the masks
of theater show
one happy one sad
we go out of our way
to attend the theater
in its primal and modern form
yet we decry sadness
and search in vain for joy
those who are so imbalanced
that they go from reckless highs
to bottomless lows
they experience life fully
they can look back
and see in their lives
love, hate, loneliness
annoyance with others
everything and nothing
oblivion and ecstacy
do  you remember it
that you had with me
in short they are action
they are the actors in life
and their lives are theater
and how sad and lucky they are
how much they experience
what great works they leave
floating in their wakes
like the floatsum seen
bobbing over a shipwreck