Today’s poem

THEATRE OF THE MIND

There’s a theory I have — You may agree or disagree, But the theatre of the mind Is an amazing place to be. You have so many memories You make them by the minute, Your brain is small, your mind is huge, That’s how they all fit in it. Shakespeare did quotes and one of them Was ‘All the world’s a stage’, Well I think life’s an empty script And every day’s a page. All the days you’ve been alive, The happy and the sad, The mundane and the nondescript, The ugly, good and bad. All the people that you’ve met, They’re all in there too, The ones you really, really love And know that they love you. There’s other people in as well You’d like to extricate, But that’s the thing about the mind, It won’t discriminate. And if the ones you cared about Have sadly passed away, It doesn’t matter — in your mind You’ll see them every day. Sometimes it’s you that’s said goodbye And left your friends, it’s tragic But in an instant they’ll appear In your mind’s eye, like magic. And anything can set you off; A word, a song, a smell, And you could be in paradise, Or worse than that, in hell. I don’t believe in heaven But I do believe you’ll find The closest thing that’s to it In the theatre of the mind. David A. Ashton, St Helens, Merseyside.