photo of child on computer (Nevit Dilmen)A Poem After Chesterton’s ‘A Ballad of Theatricals’, by M.D. Skeen The Society July 3, 2025 Culture, Poetry 2 Comments . IRL —after G.K. Chesterton’s “A Ballad of Theatricals” (reprinted below) Though all the emails I receive—surprisingly politely read—Although the students can deceive,Although the work is fast indeed,Although, the angel in the chatShe comes by wifi not by wings,Though all the programming seems pat,Believe me, there are real things. Yes, real people living lives—not influencers, just simple folk,who work outside and drink in dives,And some are rich but most are broke.There is an earth with sea and landFilled with fallen human beingswho have five fingers on each hand—Believe me, there are real things. It’s tempting to live a life online—An avatar behind a screen—But one cannot from life resign,And time ignores your cute machine.The world around us crumbles on,The crickets chirp, the blackbird sings,And we are here, then we are gone—Believe me, there are real things. ENVOY. Princess, though you use a filter,the time you spend online, it bringsperceptions twisted way off kilter—Believe me, there are real things. . . A Ballad of Theatricals by G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936) Though all the critics’ canons grow—Far seedier than the actors’ own—Although the cottage-door’s too low—Although the fairy’s twenty stone—Although, just like the telephone,She comes by wire and not by wings,Though all the mechanism’s known—Believe me, there are real things. Yes, real people—even so—Even in a theatre, truth is known,Though the agnostic will not know,And though the gnostic will not own,There is a thing called skin and bone,And many a man that struts and singsHas been as stony-broke as stone . . .Believe me, there are real things There is an hour when all men go;An hour when man is all alone.When idle minstrels in a rowWent down with all the bugles blown—When brass and hymn and drum went down,Down in death’s throat with thunderings—Ah, though the unreal things have grown,Believe me, there are real things. ENVOY. Prince, though your hair is not your ownAnd half your face held on by strings,And if you sat, you’d smash your throne——Believe me, there are real things. . . M.D. Skeen works as an attorney in Denver, Colorado. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. ***Read Our Comments Policy Here*** 2 Responses Roy Eugene Peterson July 3, 2025 Excellent remake of a classic! How perfectly the modern context fits! Reply Cynthia L Erlandson July 3, 2025 Ah, yes — “The world around us crumbles on”! Great line, and a great remake, as Roy said, of Chesterton, with an updated focus. I don’t think I’d read that one by Chesterton, but his poetry is definitely worth reading. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Roy Eugene Peterson July 3, 2025 Excellent remake of a classic! How perfectly the modern context fits! Reply
Cynthia L Erlandson July 3, 2025 Ah, yes — “The world around us crumbles on”! Great line, and a great remake, as Roy said, of Chesterton, with an updated focus. I don’t think I’d read that one by Chesterton, but his poetry is definitely worth reading. Reply