-------------------- <br />when you are four it's lore and soar, <br />and you dance in youth and move on. <br /> <br />when you're fourteen, you swore so war, <br />and you run to the moving years. <br /> <br />at twenty-four it's roar and whore, <br />and you kick for all your sins. <br /> <br />then forty-four, so bore me more, <br />and you grumble at the times. <br /> <br />at sixty-four, you tore what's sore, <br />and you're alarmed when faced with clocks. <br /> <br />when eighty-four, it's snore and snore and snore <br />and if you awaken- sleep.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-the-world-s-a-stage-3/
