Rage Poem by Barry Middleton

As I now leave the stage
and step into the dark,
my passion ends with rage.

For I must turn the page,
a new path to embark,
as I now leave the stage.

Wisdom comes with age
to voice a terse remark.
My passion ends with rage.

The vision of the sage
sits lonely in the park,
as I now leave the stage.

Death will not assuage
nor make a final mark.
My passion ends with rage.

I slip the golden cage.
My new home is stark.
As I now leave the stage,
my passion ends with rage.