Life has its own high and low nonpareil dramas.
It employs unsuspecting actors,
Neither coached nor stage-managed,
They perform at odd hours,
In no specified amphitheatres
But with rows of seats full of spectators.
Actors indeed they are first class,
Their performance no less par excellence
It arrests onlooker's and that of their own breaths.
They display raw emotion
With persevered passion
Be it a bliss or a near self destruction,
To the very end of its calibrated mission.
They are aware of their talents,
But look for no praise,
For that is not in the driving phase.
No handpicked paid talented performer,
Would match such amateur encounters ever.
And if people are curious to know,
How such untrained actors
Ever manage to do such a thing!
Say! An adequate explanation,
To ones own satisfaction,
No raconteur can purvey,
Nor a troubadour would ever be tuned to sing.
Unless...., unless the next renowned would be dramatist yet,
Life decides you to nominate.
You would then go through the journey,
Gain the real experience aside the hackneyed hearsay baloney.
Copyright Haileselassie Girmay