Life

Life is like a banquet hall
With just one entrance….birth
And one exit…..death
Ones we make the entrance
We have just little or no options
We drink the drinks;
The sweet, the sour, the bitter
We eat the dishes;
The hot, the cold
We learn the dance;
The easy, the hard
We dance the beats;
The fast, the slow, the wavy
We feel the surfaces;
The rough, the smooth
And finally, when we’ve had it all
With our eyes dazed for clarity
Our hearts so strained to sustain
With our muscles so worn out from the dance
And our mind so used to it all
We gradually move towards the exit
With regrets and with successes
Some hesitant;
But finally they concede
Others are so willing;
To leave the dance of life
But eventually;
Everyone takes his turn
And eventually;
Everyone makes exit.