The Seven Ages of Man by William Shakespeare

I read the poem in 10th grade in school text book and love it since then. However,  i understand it more deeply while I accidentally found six photographs of my beloved father from various periods of his life , from 1960s to 2010, on his third anniversary. Dedicating this unique poem of the great Shakespeare to my beloved abu who always helps me understand life and its realities at its best

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players,

They have their exits and entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,

60s

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

70s

Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then the justice

80s

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.

The sixth age shifts

90s

Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,

His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide,

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again towards childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound.

2000s

Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

2009-10

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