*long lost years
our master, Shakespeare
traveled to London for four days
no shillings or good garments in his bag
he stayed in lodge inns
penny a night
he had to gave up with a sigh
the smell of midden-heaped lanes
from the slum tenements
he had to bare for nights
he held both jobs
holding patron's horses
or prompter's attendant
and as destined to be a playwright,
his plays express aspects of life that transcend time
he wrote to be remarkable
and to put food on the table
illuminating human experience
a genius mind...
a playwright, poet and actor
that we will always admire.*
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
*long lost years
our master, Shakespeare
traveled to London for four days
no shillings or good garments in his bag
he stayed in lodge inns
penny a night
he had to gave up with a sigh
the smell of midden-heaped lanes
from the slum tenements
he had to bare for nights
he held both jobs
holding patron's horses
or prompter's attendant
and as destined to be a playwright,
his plays express aspects of life that transcend time
he wrote to be remarkable
and to put food on the table
illuminating human experience
a genius mind...
a playwright, poet and actor
that we will always admire.*
Although no one's sure if he's with an entourage or striking out alone on foot going to London :D His life is shrouded in a mystery or he wasn't that revealing about his personal life, but he was the greatest writer of all time! I really admire him and wish to make some good literary creations too :( haha
