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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Seven Divisions of Womanhood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Shakespeare I give all due respect, <br>But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.<br>Woman’s the major player if not the star, <br>For she influences all with love from afar.<br>The main acts of her drama as one envisions, <br>Occur for my audience in seven divisions. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm, <br>Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.<br>Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife, <br>She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.<br>In her pink crib she looks cute and pure, <br>With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next as a tender young girl of school age, <br>With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.<br>An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys, <br>She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.<br>Her voice is like music whenever she speaks, <br>Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom, <br>And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.<br>Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind, <br>Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.<br>When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men, <br>Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.   </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana, <br>Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.<br>She is in hard times his source of consolation, <br>And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.<br>As a lover and a mate she continues to perform, <br>Keeping house and home through every storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now for the most blessed age of female life, <br>She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.<br>Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl, <br>Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.<br>Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress, <br>And mother love with playful smile grants the request.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream, <br>And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem, <br>As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe, <br>Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.<br>She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed, <br> And in the business of change of life she's fully employed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With the final division, youth is now a faded flower, <br> And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.<br> As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun, <br> She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.<br> She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain, <br> As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Albert+Price">Albert Price</a><div class=q>
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But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star, 
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions, 
Occur for my audience in..."></div>
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