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. ____________ January 9, 2023 Contest : Shakespeare In 2023 Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon