Models Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

The word ‘model’ is high-sounding,
Or high-heeled, attractive definitely,
Some models even worth exploring.

I saw the truth behind the model,
In reading of the seven stages of Man,
Of Shakespeare’s Jacques in As You Like It.

Can anyone ever build a better model,
On stages of human life,
Applicable anywhere, anytime?

Another one strikes me on journey to old age,
Ending with death, as seen in Chapter Twelve
Of the Book of Ecclesiastes.

Can anyone dispute the truth of decline
And degradation of faculties of body,
Better than what is set forth there?

Sorry, dear Reader, are you saying something?
I can’t hear for ”my daughters of music” are low,
And my ‘silver cord is about to be loosed’.

Vanity of vanities, saith the boringly truthful Preacher;
All is vanity: day follows night which follows the day.
Life proceeds inexorably from birth to death.