All the world's an airport,
And all the men and women are merely aircraft:
They have their takeoffs and their landings;
and one man in his time has many flights.
His life being seven ages.At first being constructed;
still being many lifeless metal parts.
Then being wired,coming togeather;
into a huge complicated machine;
to be ready to work many hours.
Then the painting,
Becoming a beautiful craft;
lively and glossy,wearing an airline's livery.
Then the delivery;
Fin'lly on the tarmc,ready to fly;
New and modern,with the people staring;
At this new plane,carrying passengers;
and random cargo.
Then the career,
Flying day and night,through all the weather;
From one destination to another;
Full of young brats and flight attendants,
With weather and mechanical delays;
And no rest until maintanence.
Then the Problem,
With age showing,and flying harder;
fatiuged and full of problems;
Almost no longer fit to even fly;
Falling apart,turning into tin cans.
Then the airframe write-off,
Not worthy of flying anymore;
just a giant heap of scrap;
with the flying certificate removed;
sitting in fields,ne'er to fly again.
its the my first draft of a creative writing project this week in english.Were suppose to take Jacques's famous speech from Act II of "As you like it" and ceate a different version of it.This project is suppose to show if you understand the speech.Im quite happy with it,but others have decided on some more biziarre themes.Please dont flame me because every line isnt in iambic pentameter,i tried my best
PS: ne'er = never,fin'lly = finally