Shakespeare In 2023
Doth thou, my dear, recall us still?
Tho' years quietly hasten'd on.
Do doves yet fly near Towne's Mill
and carts clang up'n cobblestone?
Are thou still light as summer's day,
with golden lockes o'er which I wept?
Did winter steal thy look of May?
For I was gone, and long I slept.
A dream this be and quite strange;
else I have fall'n, hit my head.
Village has known a bit'r change,
while April vanish'd from my stead.
Doth life but dwell within a rhyme,
ere each day lost to heedless time?
January 6, 2023
for "Shakespeare in 2023" contest
by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2023
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