Middle Earth Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

Luxury is knowing our end is shorter than our beginning, we can see things from the mountain top not the valley.
So much knowledge has washed beneath us we did not slow long enough to listen.
We were told to reach for the stars. Gravity is but a road bump along the journey to riches and reward, conflict is but a test one we need to make us stronger to ward off life's woes, it was said to build a shell so hard it will defend against the strongest winds. Were these lessons bad? No, but incomplete.
Our lives were not storybook tales, or the offspring of playwrights or movie makers. We were not exceptional heroes. But simply the masters of everyday stagehands.
We succeeded, we failed, we lived somewhere in the middle. Was this enough to make genius complete?

ES Donald