I had no say in the beginning
Neither did I chose where to be
Do not care where and when it will end
Will deal with the hand that was dealt to me
Life’s a stage that I will stride alone
Supporting actors may be many
Invisible director may be pulling the string
My performance not comparable to any
Why should I be ashamed of my act
I am not indebted to anyone
Not the one who may be pulling the string
It’s me who controls what’s being done
Survive or thrive, does it matter
What matters that I’m here and now
I will keep rowing the boat
Until the time comes to take my final bow
Answers to an unknown past and future
Neither going to ask nor required
Will perform my act to my best
There is no shame in failure
No euphoria in success
What matters that I exit
Being true to myself
No reason to cover my head
Fleeting Muse 
There is no shame in failure
No euphoria in success
What matters that I exit
Being true to myself
Love these lines, being true to self is all that matters in the end. Well done. 🙂
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This is quite introspective. I like the thought of being true to myself with no reason to cover my head.
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I love this poem. I relate to it in the sense that we are born and die alone. Sometimes we have this idea that there is such a thing as life partner but there are several people who are our partners in different things at different times… also that there is no need to live in order to impress or meet anyone’s expectations and whats most important is if we lived true to ourselves (and not other people or religion)…At least this is what I’ve taken away from this 🙂
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You summarized it really well. Thank you.
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Yes, we are responsible for what we make of our lives, but some things are not in our hands. We should do our best. Very nice poem:)
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Thank you.
Why worry about things that’s not in our hands?
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Yes that is what I feel, and it is good when we learn to accept what comes our way. Many a time we may not like it but we can always learn to like it.
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Exactly the way my father lives his life .. and taught us to be. Thank you for putting it down as a poem
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acceptance is tough but as your poem points out, its less stressful than fighting against those strings that tug.
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Truth sets us free. It is easy to hide from others but can we hide from ourselves?
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People try to hide from themselves but you can’t forever. 🙂
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I really enjoyed your poem! Excellent iambic pentameter; your style is somewhat like my own… The last part intrigued me though. It was very hard hitting and brought the point home well… You are a very creative writer 🙂
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Thanks for visiting. Appreciate your thoughtful comment. Glad to meet you.
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Happy to make with your aquaintence! LOL! I’ll be back to see what you cook up next! Looks like you’ve hooked another one 😉
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Thanks. 😊
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