Ages of Man

Ages of Man (a poem based on the “All the world’s a stage” monologue from Shakespeare’s As You Like It)

Ages of Man



Out of the pellucid womb, I grasp for reeds I can weave


into a song. Hoping by a smile of favor, I may play


a fragrant note.


Or be the crack in a sideways street


whose upset cries for the hills that came before.


Leaving room for a familiar door

Old age:

to close the curtains parted in passion.

-Amy Struthers

Image by Nick Cooper

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