To Shakespeare
Was his spirit destined to write
The great poet crafting his verse
Words of beauty and profound insight
That time and posterity should rehearse,
Was it the power of his imagination
Creating drama, intrigue, murder and revenge
And whatever vices lead to condemnation
In the wayward hearts of mortal men,
No, not this or anything else
But that God ordained spirit
That creates of itself
Things divine, mysterious, dark and nondescript,
Endowed with gifts from heaven above
His timeless art of life and love.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly
12/8/22
Copyright © W.A. Cholt | Year Posted 2022
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