A/N: An assignment I wrote a while ago for English. I know I'm crap at poetry. Point out my flaws if you'd like, but don't rub it in, okay?

The world is a stage
With a girl’s life squeezed into one act,
Six scenes to play before ushered off the spotlight.
When ready, she enters stage left.

First she’s a dribbling baby
With a face that radiates purity
Bright as a ray of sunshine,
Being nuzzled and cuddled every waking moment.

Then a young girl,
A butterfly that has emerged from its cocoon,
Flittering about from flower to flower
With an inquisitive naivety.

She is cued for the next scene
By a crashing wave of rebelliousness
And a fierce cattiness.
Then she is blind no longer
And questions everything.

She then blossoms into a woman
With the promise of life waiting for her
As soon as she bursts through that door,
Diploma in hand.

Then it’s scene five.
In a well-lit room,
She cradles the little bundle in her arms,
Gazing down at it with moist eyes.
She is awed at how life has gone.

Decades pass.
The woman swells with wisdom
And knowledge of the world’s mysteries
For she has lived through it all in her lifetime.

The act has ended.
The woman bows and disappears offstage.
Although the act is over,
And a new one begins,
Her performance will not be forgotten.