Ages in a park (based on Shakespeare's 'seven ages of man')

The first age, a baby crying and squealing 

Interested in the scenery around her!

Feeling the summer breeze on her soft skin

Smelling the fresh grass;

Then a child running freely on the squelching mud

Thinking she's the fastest of them all,

Laughing and giggling with friends on the rusty swings;

From a child to a teenager, teenager, watching and wondering on a bench

Thinking what a bore, hearing her siblings laughing and fighting

Remembering the days when she was the same;

Now a young woman, excited and anxious on her first day at work

Walking through the clusters of flowers

With their wonderful fragrance in the air;

Then a loving mother playing on the swings and slides with her children,

Being one herself,

Sits under a blooming tree watching her infants merrily play-

When they do wrong, shouting in rage;

Then there's an old women walking down a shady path,

Tired and lonely, she watches people much younger than her walk past,

Thinking of the past when she was young, wild and free...

Then last of all, there's death,

She lies under the gravely earth

Not being able to feel, think, hear, smell or see.