7 Stages of Women

All the world’s a tree
And all the men and women are lush green leaves
They all have their browns and greens
And one woman in her time, changes many times
She changes in Seven Stages. At first the infant
The uncontrollable bladder, and the blasphemous wailing
Then the immature school girl, with her football
And dirty, muddy face, running like a cheetah
Can’t wait to get to school, and then the irritable teen
Getting her self into trouble, beating up fellow class mates
And terrorising the teachers, then the college student
Full of weird and wacky ideas, and witty as an owl
Getting high on booze, and partying like a wild animal
Not remembering anything in the morning
Even her own name, and then the mother
With care and responsibility
Eyes full of pride, and a family to have faith in
Devoted her life to her kin
Now the leaf is turning brown, her time slips away
Her skin is crumpled up paper, and as delicate as a tissue
A voice like a piccolo soo high and faint like an echo
Her grand children old enough to forget who she is
For they don’t care, just like her knitting
The sweet mellow sound of her voice, finally ends
Just like her life