Past and Present For the Bard
It was my long-cherished dream, get a chance
to be a poet garnering gamut of reputation.
So, I imagined I became Shakespeare for once,
dissolved the past, rose from suspended animation.
I remembered I wrote once, in our lives our time
experienced “the winter of our discontent”.
I hoped I would feel now the joy of spring sublime,
but found the winter perpetuate even in the present.
In all walks of life the confusing question in my time then
was the quandary of options “to be or not to be”,
but now this dilemma bothered anyone less than often,
for everybody wanted to be rich and scruple free.
I couldn’t write my Sonnet like that of the Bard of Avon,
for my utterly dismayed muse found he was gone.
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January 9, 2023
Contest : Shakespeare In 2023
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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