Seven Ages Of Woman - Poem by John Knight
With Apologies to William Shakespeare
All the world's a stage
And all the Girls and Ladies merely players
They come on stage perform - and then go off stage (still performing) .
And each Woman in her time plays many many many parts!
Her main acts are in seven stages - seven ages
At first the infant - gooing and cooing - in her Mother's arms.
Then the excitable pre-teen with her braces and Barbie!
Giggling - playing peek-a-boo with all her frilly friends.
Skipping off to school - oblivious of the future.
Then the teenager - all spots, angst and hormones!
Then - suddenly the Lover - sighing and moaning
Delighting in her Amours hugs and kisses X X X X X
Then the stenographer - stuck in an office routine.
Credit cards - debit cards - slave to the internet.
Fantasing each Friday about Val Hallah 'Le Weekend'
Come day - go day wishin' each day could be Sunday!
Then the Bride - Toujour en Blanc - naturellement
The Groom - an item in the entourage - naturellement!
Then without training or undue preparation - The MOTHER
Pregnancy - promise of perfection - new eternal life!
(Well it does seem to go on forever - and ever - and ever) .
Then woosh! With blood & tears from womb to world.
The first baby is a miracle - never to be repeated - so perfect
Growing - child - growing - teen - growing - then - GOING!
The 'Empty Nest' The sixth age - freeage after bondage
Time - money - freedom - relaxation - the Beauty Parlour
The Health Spa - lunches with the Girls - flirtations!
Space - fun - travel the world - enjoy enjoy enjoy.
The suddenly without warning or flashing lights
The final age begins! Gravity sets in the figure gets out
Memory takes it leave - Mobility now needs a scooter
We become as dependent as children - dependent on our children!
Sans dents - sans yeux - sans goutent - sans TOUT!
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