Shakespeare
As a mere child of eighteen years, I married my love Anne. An older lady,
she was twenty-six years of age. I love to write, collaborations~plays~sonnets and of course poems. As I awake to a new day, what do I find. I am in a world I do not know, everything has changed. They say I am England's national poet, how could that be true. Many new inventions, oh~my head is spinning. I learn my pen and ink are out of style, a thing they call a computer is what writers now use. I will never learn this computer machine, I want my pen and ink back. I want back to my simple life, oil lamps~pen~ink and paper please.
Date Written:1/6/2023
3 Place
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment