All the world's a stage, said the bard

But the poet's role is too hard

From birth to death wanders alone

Not knowing one line from the next

Childhood passed in a wondrous breeze

Fun and games with a life of ease

Nary a worry has the youth

Mouthing lines from the prompter's text

Finally, can my tempers cool

Reflects in bed wizened old fool

But the hamster's wheel beckons him

He stares at the screen perplexed!

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Poetic Form Name: Trishool

Structure:

* 3 Quatrains (12 lines total)

* Line syllables: 8 syllables per line

* Rhyme scheme: AABC DDEC FFGC