Prologue:
Dear Mr Shakespeare Esquire -
Dear William,
I beg to differ.
If we count man’s
conception & gestation,
Man’s acts will equate to eight.
— Please consider.
Act I
Our conception
was the result of intercourse,
Let us not play the prude;
Let’s speak honestly & openly!
During this time we developed
in our mothers womb;
Gestation is another term
for pregnancy.
When our nine months are up,
out we did come,
To the relief of mummy & daddy,
A baby boy or baby girl,
— Fee-fi-fo-fum!
Act II
Now’s the time
for that voracious appetite,
those tantrums
the constipation
those nappies stacked yea-high!
Then there’s those titties, a mountain
of milk formula,
&
those sleepless nights!
“The mewling, the puking”
&
‘I got a headache honey,
not tonight!’
Learning to talk,
&
learning to walk,
are the next items on the list,
The rest is called love
& they be sealed with a heartfelt kiss!
Act III
This be the time
to extend those formative years.
To the fore be the light,
to the aft be the tears!
From kindergarten,
to primary school,
From intermediate
to high school,
Then on to university, maybe;
or
will it be a case of,
“Nah, enough learning for me!”
But questions we will have,
& questions we will ask,
A broken record,
A sudden bourrasque!
Act IV
Somewhere along the way
The boy & girl learnt the difference
between love & lust,
— The difference between
grains of gold & motes of dust.
The thing is you’ll never know
until you ask,
That face will remain hidden
until you remove the mask!
The sheen of exuberance
defines our youth,
The handsome man
A beautiful woman,
A time for soul searching,
A time for truth.
Act V
You do not have to be a soldier
to enter life’s fray,
Just a little bit older,
minus all the horseplay.
For yea & nay,
Thank you & please,
remain very important words
we utter each day.
Action & consequence,
Thought or implied,
Yin & yang
will not be denied!
It is here that
we learn the nuances
of right & wrong;
Aye,
What be our weaknesses,
&
What makes us strong!
Act VI
We now enter a time
when lessons a-plenty we have learnt.
Our lifetime before us bears witness
to what we have earnt!
This be a time
when we should be quite settled,
— Smooth be the diecast
with all its rough edges fettled,
But man has
a penchant for change,
&
when you least expect it,
— k - a - p - o - w !
Your life is rearranged,
because the goal-posts were shifted!
That, we live and we learn,
Well, ain’t that the truth?
— If we are lucky enough
to reach our senior years,
We become living proof!
Wisdom should we,
a mantle wear,
What thou hast been given,
so must ye share.
Act VII
It is said that we enter
our ‘twilight years’ here-abouts,
But I will let you determine,
the term, ‘twilight years’,
against your living breath
& heart devout!
It is said that we enter
‘the winter of our discontent’ here-abouts,
But I say thee nay,
with a mind that is true
& a spirit stout.
‘Tis the eternal song of spring
that fills the air,
The promise of rebirth
on the wind declared.
Act VIII
Slowly, slowly,
the candle dims,
but never ever
the hope of spring.
For our lifetime teaches us,
that we live in a cycle
where endings are beginnings
& death,
is where our spring-time bud,
will be planted in eternity!