So I suppose thou years hang by
A celebration ye say not for thee to cry
A man of guile and gift of pen
Less we cherish his works every now and then
We seeketh his profound prominent view
Dispersed like rain drops followeth from dew
Words, sonnets, actions, poetically plays..
After 4 eclectic centuries still they guide our footsteps today
We maketh no mistake this is past reaching into our future
Toucheth all mankind’s sweet variety of culture
Pens at the ready, write, act, discover without fear
Your inspiration still abounds, written in ink by someone called Mr Shakespeare. ..