Life’s Amphitheater – A Poem About Helping the Less Fortunate


As I was driving down the road the other day and came to a stoplight, my eyes fell upon a young woman begging on the side of the road. I must admit that often times I am quick to judge out of pride or wonder why they are too lazy to pick themselves up and get a job or get help for their addiction. Often times I put the blame on their shoulders and often times it may be. But that woman’s image flooded my heart with sympathy – her head was hung low, and it was clear that she was ashamed of herself and her situation. I found myself wanting to write her story…and not just hers, but for all those struggling in the world without a voice.

It is easy to judge, but much harder to place ourselves in the shoes of another. We all have issues we wish to keep hidden in the safety of our hearts and minds. And what we often times attribute to our strength, our character, or our success has nothing to do with our actions, but only the grace of God.

What would your life look like without loving parents, a loving spouse, a warm and safe home; without teachers, mentors, and other positive influences? What would your life look like if you were abused as a child, afraid of going home after school, or knowing there wouldn’t be anyone there to ask you how your day was or help you with your homework? What would your life look like without someone to help you through college, without an employer who was willing to take a chance on a young intern, without a friend to pick you up all the times you fell? I don’t know, but I think it would do us all a little good to keep our judgments hushed and our hearts open to the stories of the less fortunate people around us.

Life’s Amphitheater – A Poem

Sing a song for the brokenhearted
Whose hopes were snatched away like a thief in the night;
For those who’ve been burnt by the flames of love,
Their hearts charred and scarred no longer with the will to fight.

Sing a song for the prince of pain
Whose sorrows cast shadows upon the skies.
Sing, sing for the once crowned king
Whose tears fall like rain from dismal eyes.

Sing a song for fairy tales lost.
Reality stings like salt on an open wound.
Yesterday’s hours were filled with childhood play.
Oh, how the years pass away much too soon.

Drum a dirge for the divorcee,
Who was ill-equipped to hear the secrets that fell upon their ears.
The soul shatters like sheet of glass
When reality reflects the realization of your deepest fears.

Drum a dirge for dying dreams
That have been abandoned for monetary pursuits.
To live a life never meant for our hearts
Is is pull up your essence and chop it off at the roots.

Drum a dirge for the desolate and deserted
Who hobble hopelessly, begging on downtown streets.
Do not be quick to judge a stranger
Until you pick up their bags and take a ride in their seat.

Belt out a ballad for the afflicted,
For the addicted, and for the anxious minds.
Have sympathy for the struggle you might not understand,
For we each carry a story we wish to leave behind.

Belt out a ballad for the sick and suffering;
Share their tale of sadness and woe.
A kind smile and gentle hand is often the only demand
To make somber faces delight and glow.

Belt out a ballad for the fatherless,
Familyless, and utterly alone
Whose story goes untold, lost
Sinking to the bottom of life’s ocean like a heavy stone.

Have pity on the less fortunate people
Whose notes resound throughout life’s amphitheater.
We are all apart of one beating force,
One united, cosmic voice; one rhyme, one rhythm, one meter.

-Poem and Content Written by Justin Farley


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  1. touching, sweet, personal, empathetic, non judgmental. has this been sung? why do you use the 2-4 rhyme scheme? is this a personal choice you decided you liked or was a challenge … or you see its use by a favorite poet and decide to use it? it’s possible this ‘scheme’ came from song writing? i’ve enjoyed your writing because the the pieces i’ve read so far are deeply and intensely personal. not the ethereal, wishing, moans of pain from love lost or lessons about life that are more like ”wish lists” than wisdom. I’m not being judgmental … i was there once myself. i just get so bored after a while. i know i’m being a dick about this but .. jeeze … ks

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    • Thank you for your comment! No, it has not been sung. I’m not sure why I use that scheme to be honest. I don’t use it all the time, but it is my natural way to write. I think you are onto something about the songwriting. I am a songwriter and musician as well. To be honest, I’ve never really liked reading poetry. There’s some I enjoy, but I like to feel something when I read poetry. Modern free-verse especially has the tendency to be very abstract and typically I get done and have to reread it three times before I even have a clue what they’re talking about. I don’t have a great attention span, so by that time I’m usually not interested anymore lol. I like the rhythm and rhyme of poetry, probably because it does seem like a song to me..a song of the heart. I grew up listening and reading the lyrics of songwriters, so that probably has something to do with it. I feel like poetry is an art form. Rhyming and rhythm can be abused (I used to and I’m sure still do at times), but I think there’s something special about having a pattern and crafting what you need to say within it. If I didn’t want rhyme and/or rhythm I’d just write prose. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment!


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