“What’s happening?”
“We don’t know.
We’re just “Waiting for Godot”.”
“We’re born,
We grow,
We talk,
We sow,
We age,
We go.
That’s it?”
“We think so.
Thus we’re “Waiting for Godot”.”
“But God?”
“You can’t know.
Join us “Waiting for Godot”.”
“Thank you, but no.”
I don’t feel like waiting. Good piece though.
Sorry… ususally I just don’t write anything if I don’t like a peice, but I really didn’t like this and felt the need enough to share it.
I dunno… just wasn’t very deep for me. I would have expected an eccentric style, or some sort of dystopian Charlie Chaplin type humor to complement the nihilistic nature of the theme.
And the end ‘Join Us’. I haven’t actually read the whole play, but I got the impression Lucky and Pozzo arn’t even aware of the fact that they are waiting because, following the absurdist tradition, they -cannot- wait for Godot in the sense that he cannot arrive. The act of waiting is life and so we’re already immersed in that proposal.
Thanks for the nudge Gobbo. Your criticizm was ‘heavier’ than the intent of my poem. It made me think again about why I wrote it and I added another line.
Thanks boss. I was going to say I don’t feel like waiting either but then Gobbo joined in and so I added a last line to convey our sentiments.