and they walked away in the sunset...

47 bright men came to the center stage to enact a a play that lasted for four years, ( without much of an audience). they braved heat & dust and cold pain to become someone that they newer knew existed inside their hearts & minds..( actually no one knew, that is to say it was a common knowledge)..
after a hard day in field, moistened by some showers that showed up occasionally, and hardened like steel by the heat, they walk in the sunset as the world around looks on.
and the day comes not without animation, not without it's own highs and lows, its own joy and tribulations, for they are the actors on a stage, and only a farce can end without animation..
Not many understand this, for they have many more years to complete before they the truth dawns, the understanding descends upon them, before they know the world to be a stage..
after this poetic introduction, quite befitting the play, i take a bow before the audience, and await their judgment..for introductions are what make things roll, else the life is much too predictable to engage any interest...
adios! we will meet again, in a new day, under a new sun, with a new play to enact, a new farce to witness..