The Thespian and The Fool
Unlikely friendship, A sober man, and a drunkard, Both of them young actors, Living on the inheritance the fool has, Applying for every job that comes; the thespian is wise whilst the fool denies what he perceives to be beneath him. The thespian laughs at the sight, Of his friend rambling, The fool casts his finger upon the world in blame, His failures are a result of the society, not the self The thespian blames no one but works diligently, Giving every part of himself to the performance Both cordial, but the fool is jealous of his talented friend, Drinking himself into squalor, Violating Shakespeare's words of gold dust with his rancid tongue, With that tonation, he belongs in the gutter not on the stage of a theatre But, he cannot see that, He is so lost in his arrogance Reality is an insult to him. The thespian lands a role, accepting it with gratitude and grace Knowing how long it took to get this As the fool moans about being offered a role as an understudy, His talent should take the main stage, this is insulting to him, That is the difference between the thespian and the fool, The thespian knows his place and is willing to work for the success, but the fool, does not, he believes he is entitled to it, Just because he exists.Bio: I am an author and poet. I have been published by Agape Review, Poetry Potion, Love Poetry amongst many others. I also have a poetry book collection coming out in the summer called "Birds Of My Garden."
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