Die lewe is ‘n poppespel
‘n mistieke towerspel
gebasseer op andere se smaak
met omstandigheidstoue vasgemaak
God beweeg jou waar jy moet gaan
Vergeet maar van jou eie bestaan
Dinge wat jy in boeke lees
Wyse oues met hul eie idees
‘n Masker op elke gesig
elk met sy eie worsteling besig
‘n masker vir elke geleendheid
skuil agter met sy eie kleinheid
Dit is die poppespel van die lewe
Waarin jy en ek ons begewe
Is dit wat jy van die lewe wou hê
Maar die lewe gaan verby en wat kan jy daarvan sê
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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