Bard of Avon

Tragic the play that tells a lot, Reaching to touch in myriad ways; Yes comic say can string strange plot. Sense words that smudge contrary stray, Hurl senses far in dance and song, Address the feel of such extremes; Keep glimpse on par with weak and strong, Exult the will and heart to whim; So words fashion such diverse space, People that come and go away; Each fields passion that fools now trace, Apt such strange sums that men portray; Ripe tragedy storms what curtails, Etch comedy that never fails. Leon Enriquez 03 May 2015 Singapore