Two penniless tramps stand waiting together on a country road for the enigmatic Mr. Godot to arrive to somehow improve their diminishing circumstances. Just before nightfall, a messenger arrives to inform them that Godot will not come today but will surely come tomorrow. Meanwhile they pass the time in every way they can imagine, each leaning on the other, as they struggle to hope for better days to come.

The play that unwittingly launched The Theatre of the Absurd is a perfect parable for the human condition in which art truly, sorrowfully, and, yes, hilariously imitates life.