A Sonnet For Shakespeare
On April twenty-third was born and died
Within a Stratford-upon-Avon home
A legend of the stage and land aside
The Thames; throughout all London did he roam.
Began an actor in the Globe, the man
Filled hearts with laughter, tears and history,
Left his Suzanna, Hamnet, Judith, Anne
And traveled far to write for royalty.
With thirty-seven mysteries entwined
In your own tragedy and love affair,
For your name and sake I hope they find
Your skull real soon; It could be anywhere!
Though some say understanding you is hard…
…A very happy birthday to The Bard!
(Written 2016)
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