THE BARD

 
                 The gift that Shakespeare owned for wielding words,
                 Composing plays and poems by the score,
                 A feat that heavenly genius undergirds
                 Making his celestial music soar,
                 Is just to be amazed by, not surpassed:
                 Though many others seek to rival him
                 It’s only his achievements that will last
                 Since his bright artistry will never dim.
                 That does not mean that scribblers such as I
                 Should not attempt to follow in his way,
                 Though we may never hope to soar so high
                 Nor think our efforts will in memory stay.
                      No matter how we study and strive hard,
                      We shan’t surpass the genius of the Bard.

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