The third jester poem, how does the Jester deal with the end of his remission? |
The Jesters’ Lie As a man, 'The Jester' lives quite a lie, Tells friends he’s healthy, seems wealthy, and wise But this is not true, for he’s sick once again And this time it’s a battle he knows that he can’t win No matter how he fights, his illness gets stronger, Weakening him, until soon he’ll go on no longer Doctors can’t help him, his time is soon nigh One day soon, it seems that he will die At night silent tears make his pillow so damp They shine so brightly from the glow of his lamp They are not tears of self pity nor sorrow, But of all that he’ll never see, come the morrow One night he prays as he’s done many times before His head bowed down, his body covered in sores He asks for forgiveness for sins we’ve all done Asks for an end to the suffering of many, not one He lies down to rest, knowing all is complete His breathing slows, his soul admits defeat As his body relaxes fully in its final rest His soul rises again, he’s passed that final test He joins others that have left and found this boon Some were in pain, others called way too soon There’s joy in this existence, more than humans can know At least until we follow him, when it’s our time to go At the ceremony that honors and celebrates his time, Others find solace knowing that now he is fine Many tears are shed, as you know they would Until someone comes forth, dressed as only he could Now the jester's young and healthy once again, He’s a young boy, not quite a man No one asks why he does his routine, After all, everyone’s a jester, at heart it seems. Jim Dorrell 6/26/09 If you're curious as to who The Jester is, may I recommend you read "The Jester" The rest of the poems that are about his life, love, and eventual death can be found in "The Jester Poems" |