The Seven Ages of My Life

The world is a stage
Starting with an infancy
Of being inspired by the outer world,
Then to the schoolboy,
Tired of being controlled,
Wanting to try something new.
Off to a successful start,
You are now taking control,
But you can only stand in the back,
Agreeing to everything
And not showing your real face.
As you find that perfect someone,
You become even more stressed,
Waiting for that one moment
Of relaxation.
You become happy
As all your hard work pays off.
Writing the scripts
How you want them to be.
Receiving that encore.
To the successor,
The wise director of life.
You are now in full control.
But then you sadly look,
You’re taking your final memories,
Your final encore,
Your final bow.

Your final bow.