the Pauper, the King, the Actor

I have been thinking of late.

The pauper and the king were destined before to be such things.
So what and who is the throne or the rock to complain about whose figure it must
tolerate.

The curtain and the fall are meant to combine at the end of it all
So who and what is an actor to complain about the end of spotlight
which is their ultimate fate.

The ocean and the shore are designed to clash, so why should either
bother to bitch about that ultimate splash.

All these things my father once shared with me.

You Are what you are: Product of name, caste and state...
But I have been thinking of late....

Why not give the rock to the king and the peasant gift
that throne like thing.

The ocean can have the curtain and the fall, throw them
both to the sea..

But leave, oh please, leave the actor with me.

And he can play out peoples lives, businessmen, poets, whores and all,
Until we both face the final black curtain call.