If the Bard had lived in this age
To witness how his works are read,
He'd find he lives through every page
An artist is, truly, never dead.
The words from his quill that fell
Forged greater plays and rhyme,
That so well of his greatness tell,
For they’ve stood the test of time.
By an ingenious trick of his magic wand
The muses obeyed at his behest,
Creating worlds far and beyond
The reach of mortal minds that’s best.
Forev'r his wisdom in abundance flows
Through words profound like an endless stream
By wit and language, surpassing those
Never regarded in such esteem.
His art that's reached far and wide
Through wisest sonnets and plays,
Carries with it a sense of pride
Of the unrivalled master till today.
