It couldn’t be more obvious
Our world’s one of God’s stages
And everyone’s an actor
Our seven acts are ages.
Every woman and every man
Are simply theatre players
The script-writer of course, is God
Who answers all our prayers.
Every child has seven ages
A baby howls at the moon
Like a werewolf, until she’s fed
She cries again, far too soon.
Then a toddler, blabbing nonsense
Taking first steps in old shoes.
In pink, like a Disney princess
Doesn’t know what life she’ll choose.
Then nursery, lifted by strange hands
Plays first games with her first friends
Smiling with innocent faces
Sent to school when this age ends
Stiff white shirts and snow-white socks
In the playground, gappy smiles
They play in China and in Sydney
In their minds, they’ve travelled miles
Tests, the bane of children’s lives
Spends nights studying in vain
Tells homework lies, tries to revise,
But it won’t stick in her brain.
Sixth age - all change - secondary school
First love and first broken heart
Hyenas giggle in corridors
Best friend group, never apart.
Teenage life - a thunderstorm
Of angst love gossip, scandal, hate
Growing up, leaving friends behind
Now’s the time she meets her fate
And so her life continues on
A small part in a giant play
You don’t know when your exit is
So live your life for today.