The Seven Ages of Man by Nick Whitaker

  • Infant

    Infant
    The infant, mewling and puking in the nurses arms.
    The whining infant, small and fragile.
  • Schoolboy

    Schoolboy
    Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school.
    Then the schoolboy, with his dirty hands and ratted shoe laces, shuffling to school like penguin.
  • The Lover

    The Lover
    And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woefull ballad, made to his mistress eyebrow'.
    And then the lovers heated exhale, with a wounded heart sang to thine quivering lips.
  • The Soldier

    The Soldier
    Then a soldier, full of strange oaths and beared like the pard, jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation, even in the canons mouth.
    Then a soldier, full of honest pledges, devoted to his trustworthy and dirty comrads, willing to taste lead.
  • The Justice

    The Justice
    And then Justice, in fair round belly with good capon lined, with eyes severe and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances; and so he plays his part.
    And then Justice, with ball shaped stomach, compressed like a tight hug, shaven of seriousness, complete of eventful happenings and cycles.
  • The Sixth Age

    The Sixth Age
    As the time changes into a strengthened new pair of pants, new voices emerge to tell old cracked stories, history has been made, things to gaze upon like stars for coming years.
  • Last Scene of All

    Last Scene of All
    The last scene of all, that ends that this strange eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans taste, sans eyes, sans everything.
    Marking another line on the wall, he will be remembered for his unique and genuine history, sans teeth, sans taste, sans eyes, sans everything.