Tinge

Are we all but a burlesque - staged and be censured?

Homes expect as prominent of tomorrow

Whilst the crowd explain as exorbitant.

Two incongruous viewers zigzagged  our thoughts;

Few responded, some reacted and a lot many sit vacuumed.

A  handful antiquities that seemed contagious

Might have ridden us to a state like today.

Young grievances have been raised and noticed;

And though rectifications have abridged all such

Still told as classics  with disdain ; I have heard.

How long is the day gone to fight back the stories?

Sunrise and sunset are only phenomena. Why gap?

No, amateurism is only a fancy if assurance is drowsed,

No facade and obligations for we know upshots multiple.

 ‘Ladies’  and ‘Gentlemen’ society’s best discourse

Well, Shakespeare was right!  it’s all a masque.

Tonight, this little mind gives a stroll to the told

Perplexed, seeking what’s right and what’s looked-for,

Sinking every line into blanks with rhymes overlooked.

The riddle of life is easy but played exceptionally hard

Limitations are curable but verdicts on man;                                                                              

A tinge of acceptance and clemency - we need.