Thursday, 14 July 2016

The Justice - 5 of #Seven Ages

And then the justice, 
In fair round belly with good capon lined, 
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,  
Full of wise saws and modern instances; 
And so he plays his part. 
Source: BehindVoice
Not a single seat was left in the hall. The men and women sat discussing their work and family, occasionally keeping an eye on their kids running about. Tables were being filled with juices and the variety of dishes. It was like any other dinner party for him. In the midst of the 'important' ones in the crowd, he sat watching the many different faces around him.

There were the first-timers acting busy on their phones when they actually were lost in the crowd. There were the regulars who talked and pleased every person in the room in their never-ending efforts to impress the world. There were the youngsters who tagged along with the older men and did nothing to hide the fact they were totally bored. He sighed. Once upon a time, he’d been through those times too. How silly had he been, how na├»ve! But of course, now he knew better. After all the hard work and perseverance, here he was amongst the well-to-do people spending a cheerful evening.

He watched his excited little son sprint across the hall towards him. “Hey dad, look at that guy!” exclaimed the little one, his finger pointing at the young dude seated in a corner. He was one of those freaks with ear piercings, a tattoo, several hand bands and one of those dog-chains resting on his printed grey tee. His hair was long and stuck out in odd directions. “His hairstyle 
looks so cool! I wanna be cool like that, dad!” cried the little one. 

His father laughed, “Getting a hairstyle like that won’t make you cool kiddo. You become cool when you’re a good boy, and you become supercool if you get good grades, understand?” The little boy looked unconvinced, but nodded. “But that hairstyle is cool no, really!” he insisted, to which his father laughed a bit more. “You don’t think my hair is cool?” he asked. The little boy grinned, stuck out his tongue at him and ran off.

“Lovely boy” said the gentleman next to him. He smiled and nodded. Life was good. He had a reputable job, a nice home and a lovely family. He was well respected in his office club and society. What more could he ask for? For now, he just had the dinner delicacies to look forward to.

His wisdom grew with days, 
Experiences in plenty he made. 
Fifth age in all its ways 
Was best though two still laid. 

This post is the fifth of a seven part series on the Seven Ages of Man (from Shakespeare's 'As You Like It')

Read all Seven Posts -

1. The Infant

2. The School Boy
3. The Lover
4. The Soldier
5. The Justice
6. The Pantaloon
7. The Second Childhood

Linking with Write Tribe's Festival of Words for a Seven Day Blogging Challenge.

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