Seven Stages of Life

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𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

                                    ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎

𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚,
Everyone's a merely players,
All has designated exits and entrances,
Alive, sick and death upon stages.
And then a man plays his role,
His acts being seven stages.

𝑨𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏,
Whimpering and chucking on the sitter's arm;
Crawling and crouching in the cradle,
Then the squealing under-probation boy,
Carrying an udder, learning his first institution.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆,
Intends to love, yearning like an enclosure,
Covered in hale grievous ditty,
Shattered pieces of a broken heart.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓,
A full service on his troth, agedness to duty,
Quick in altercation and long-suffering,
Acting like a bubble chamber,
Console outbraving comparable to a child.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚,
Into the mother's womb where an infant dwells,
On a midwife's hand holding the lined,
Sinewy elasticity scissored with exact cut,
Encompass in saws and wise specimen,
And so he plays his piece.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔,
Inclined with statutes and laws,
Teaching his child the delight of life,
Reminiscing the youth phase passing by,
Directing new arches, increases in learning,
To apportion heritages built upon centuries.

𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑,
That closes this virtuous event of chronicles,
Is retort to puerile and solely oblivion,
Perish teeth, perish smell, perish sight,
Perish hearing, perish taste, Perish everything.

                                    ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎

𝒜 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎 ℴ𝒻 𝒜ℊℯ𝒹 𝒯𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓈.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 01, 2021 ⏰

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