C I N E L I F E
by
Betty Jo Tucker
Curtains open. The film begins.
Hero or villain – which one wins?
They fight within us every day
in how we act or what we say.
Our lives are like a big movie
that’s scripted by ourselves, you see.
Our laughs, our loves are what we choose.
But some mistakes we’d like to lose.
Forgive them all. It’s part of life.
They can be judged as human strife.
Ending credits begin to scroll.
Watch carefully for signs of soul.
Curtains close. The end is here.
Time for critics to boo or cheer.
This cinelife is now all through.
Another film will start anew!
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Deborah
Dan
I found that rather hard to believe because of the way movies, especially older ones, portrayed life in the United States in a rather idealistic, unnatural way. Although the dramas were true like you have depicted in your poem. I just chalked it up to the intelligence and keen sense of this fellow, much different from some of the other international students. That summer we went to a lot of movies together, many with subtitles from other countries. We remain lifelong friends.
Ron
Michael D.
Really liked the comparison between us and the big screen, because you brought out how very much we are so alike. Good poem!