Shakespeare's Birthday and Death
Today is Shakespeare's birthday; born 1564.
(Today he'd be four-hundred forty-eight.)
If HE could fall through death's abhorred trap-door,
How can I hope to get away from fate?
This breathing life is all that I can know.
I love earth; wherever time may carry me,
No spirit world appeals, to let this go.
I hope to find a lady love to marry me.
I hope to have the hand of love to hold,
Before they burn me up or bury me.
A fleshless spirit world to me sounds cold.
A hooded ghost too soon to ferry me.
>>Yet even spirit life would better be,
>>Than dark oblivion, eternally.
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Written by Michael LP
On Monday, April 23, 2012
Copyright (C) 2012 by Michael LP. All rights reserved
(Copyrighted for my estate)
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