Curled Up With Shakespeare

I was curled up with Shakespeare on frayed pages with dog ears marveling at the depth of words nuances read between lines knowing that many hands had turned the same pages reaching different conclusions and evoking myriads of emotion my fingers touched the spine shivering with history connected through thought and with imagination running wild and I mourned for the children in todays world who's Shakespeare visits on flashing lights and computer bites lost is the old world charm such as Elizabeth wrote and Robert devoured ferociously my tears fell upon parched pages leaving an indelible stain that would be seen and felt by others who reached and touched the words I realized that tears on a screen would only be wiped away without memory of the emotion that was elicited leaving nothing at all for history to record...