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Bard Will
Oh Will, do you write for me still?
Are those sonnets with your quill
hitting all the same right notes?

Oh Will, are your plays as complex?
And do you miss the fairer sex
that you so proclaim to love?

Oh Will, I miss our little rendezvous
The flow and style you often choose
to portray your emotions to us.

Oh Will, has the ink dried in your pen?
Did you rewrite then try it again
throwing away what's less than perfect?

Oh Will, how you toy with me still
Your characters based on the thrill
of a life you wish you can have.

Oh Will, your popularity never waning
I see you less and I'm not complaining
but it's hard to be second in your life.

Oh Will, writing is your mistress now
I have been supplanted somehow
and I doubt you barely notice.

Oh Will, as I age you have it still
Literary genius you head the bill
but why do you forget I waited?

Oh Will, I could have been a Shakespeare
if you'd only returned to me here
and spoke the words you promised.

Be still, my heart is sunk so low
As the arsenic I drunk does flow
through my veins like your hollow words.


© .Garry Saunders