MISCELLANEA

A PASSING SHOW

A PASSING SHOW
[We’re nothing but a passing show.]


We’re nothing but a passing show
Going to be a past shadow.
It’s better we don’t make a fuss;
Let’s pass out without much ado

I wonder what it’s all about,
This tendency to build a clout.
Our existence will soon be gone
We are, in fact, on the way out.

Think for a moment just but this,
Why to be immortal we wish?
Why try to outlive the moment?
Let us all death gracefully kiss.

My friends, let’s better look inwards
And not try to put in our words
What was there once but is no more;
Why try to capture flying birds?


* Written in tetrameter, aaba.
* This was written when old class mates decided to write “for posterity”, the memoirs of the medical school days. We are all doctors past 70.

M C Gupta
23 February 2012