My Shakespearean Sonnet

What Shakespeare didn’t write he left to me In this, a brand new world and century The English language lives and breathes, alive A poet’s job is helping it survive The Muses use us, soul and body, mind To write of things that can not be defined The subject matter always stays the same It’s love and hate, it’s greed and fear and fame New words evolve to name the things we see But subject matter stays through history Our hands the only instruments of worth To help the Muses speak and then give birth Their words are bridges crossing deep divides That bring to man the peace that truth provides