Changes Or Do They
Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?
Dread and dreary ye query,
While theist were living,
Thou had many words to say.
Thou wert a man of words giving.
An Actor of life upon stage of play,
Ye dodged many taxes.
Ye were a humble jester, they say.
Upon thee crest no axes.
Histories of you are many things.
Thou a talented writer were thee.
Actor, poetic writer as the past sings.
Mr. Shakespeare, “to be or not to be”,
I have read thou have had miseries.
Not unlike those of today.
Though under difficult hardships of seize.
Cultures change, as with life is still a play.
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