|Robert Zucker: : Traveling Show
The Traveling Show
“Then the angel that talked with me went forth, and said unto me,
Lift up now thine eyes, and see what is this that goeth forth.”
Traveling on a rainbow
In hopes to reach the sun.
A piece of sky, a piece of dream With angels across the heavens.
Treading the waters by the riverside.
Collecting flowers that grow nearby.
The wind seems to sweep me away.
Blowing endlessly past my eyes.
Am I a player in a Traveling Show
To amuse the audience for awhile?
Am I the seeker who lost his way?
Paying for the people to smile?
For nickels and dimes I make my living
To be spent in a round about way.
Behind it a gray wall of smoke I stand to face the world each day.
When I look for some direction, only the flame dances before my eyes.
And it leads me to keep wondering if the river is just a bit too wide.
Have I’ve been changing, rearranging all of my world to see?
Have I lived in the memories of what I’m supposed to be?
And I’m a player in a Traveling Show
Am I the seeker who lost his way?
A stranger I’ll never know.
Dream about it all.
For what is here now
Will be gone tomorrow.
And with it all will be the dreams of
Yesterday’s tears and sorrow.
A thought of someone
Will last only for a short time.
It will soon be forgotten
And pushed to the back of the mind.
Of the good things in life.
For only happiness will help
To make things go right.
Don’t let the past fade for only a tear will take the place
Of the fears that will invade memories that can’t be retraced.
I hope your thoughts of me
And the past that we shared together
Will never cease to exist
For the dreams will still be there.
There’s not much to remember me by
Except for the poems I left behind.
Just don’t make the living past ever die
For it is imprisoned by our minds.
Thank you for the kindness you’ve shown.
And happiness you brought me each day.
And for making my life feel at home
Though my hopes are so far away.
I’ll always remember the past
It’s a stepping-stone of what’s to come.
For shadows of the future that have been cast
From dreams far beyond will forever shine on.
I’m writing this poem as an appreciation
And to all of my friends
Who have helped make my life shine.
Gather around and let me share
The wisdom I have recently learned.
Get comfortable as I tell you where,
And how, all this new experience has turned
Life into a circle game.
I’ve learned a secret only known to me.
I’ve seen what this secret can show and what it means.
Let me relate some experiences from the past.
It’s not very important, but you’ll see,
What it’s done to make this secret last.
Trust me sincerely, as I trust you.
Don’t let this secret get away. For only harm it will do.
Don’t let this secret the stay deep inside of you.
Don’t be fooled. It’s not worth the pain to find out
About these secrets the hard and painful way.
But don’t just wait and sit and watch the rain.
Now, I’ll tell you what I know.
Just be careful and listen.
Then you can go and show
That this secret is about someone I know.
And so the story goes of the man and the beast.
The hate and fighting between them never ceased.
Then one day, the man decided to get back at him.
He took a part of the tree and hit him with the limb.
The beast got mad and started to explode.
Now comes the best part, as it is told. The beast killed the man and ruined his land.
He got so mad. Wherever he went, everything was damned.
He left destruction upon the earth and no one to be. Many had died. No one lived. The only thing alive was he.
That is like the story of the present day.
When this beast will destroy the world, no one can say.
When this beast does come, all will be known.
Who is this beast? It is the bomb.
Pages of books
Strewn around the room
Of stories someone
Once had written
Now lie crumbled, torn
Words that have
Lost their meaning.
The man throws a glass against the wall
It shatters into a million pieces
Each piece tells the story of a thousand broken dreams.
The woman pushes back her curly hair
Seems she’s getting a little bit older
Losing their senses of what to do
Loneliness sets in when time gets longer.
And are you so happy
You lived so long
Wasting your whole life
Into words of a poem.
The man shakes his head
What else is he going to do.
Pages of lines written to read
The story of another man’s world.
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The Traveling Show is a collection of poems and artwork that ravels together a storyline of the lives of the people who pass through one’s life.
Paperback: 232 pages
Product Dimensions: 11 x 8.5 x 0.5 inches