Shakespeare's Day
In Shakespeare’s day there is no doubt,
There were fewer poets, they were weeded out.
For few of them had a will like Will,
To write their thoughts with ink and quill.
With computers at our beck and call,
We can type it out, we can say it all
And then add some more another day,
Even though we don’t have much to say.
How many plays would he have written,
With a word processor to help him write them
Is something we will never know,
Because he lived so long ago.
He lived to only fifty-two.
That’s not much time in which to do
All those famous plays, but without a fuss,
He wrote those wonderful words for us.
And to think he wrote them all by pen,
And just like other famous men
Of yesteryear, he didn’t shrink,
From writing everything in ink.
So listen now, ye men of prose,
Do you think you could have written one of those
With only just a pen to do it
And no word processor to help you through it?
If so, you’re a better poet than I,
For the truth is that I wouldn’t try
To write for my posterity
Burdened by such austerity.
by: Joyce Johnson
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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