All The World’s A Stage by William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage
and the men and women
are its player
with their exits and entrances
each individual
playing many parts
his acts of seven ages
first the infant
in his nurse’s arms.

Then, to be
the whining schoolboy
with satchel and shining
face
creeping
like a snail.
Unwillingly
begrudgingly
making his way
through the school
day.

Then there is the lover
sighing like the blazing
furnace
with woe

And the soldier
with his strange oaths
and beard
jealous
honor
sudden
weird.

Quickness in quarrel
desiring of reputation
and justice
to be found.

Was that the fifth or the sixth?
I can’t remember
nevermind let’s
continue to
the lean and slippery pantaloon
with his spectacles and pouch
youthful world-traveler
with manish voice
and pipes
and whistles.

And last of all
the end
this strange event
in our history
the second childhood
and mere oblivion
without teeth
or eyes
sans everything.