Remembering Bard of Stratford
Though unworthy to write thee a sonnet
thine anniversary of thou death, bard,
like a tome stone with nothing upon it
excuse mine language I do discard,
mine knowledge tis very limited sire,
to be learned as thee and not a fool
mine goal to emulate thee mine desire,
to disrespect thee would be so cruel,
but thy lifes work, still goes forth learned bard,
theatres over thee world enjoyed by many,
thou create fun and laughter though so hard,
works of art never surpassed by any,
so my dear sire all I wanted to say,
I am thinking of thee sire this very day.
Wrote as a tribute to William Shakespeare who died on 23rd April 1616.
22nd April 2017.
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