Sound and fury, signifying nothing
Yet still I call and wait

Life may be a poor player
But life I do not hate

William had Hamnet
And he had two other daughters

I have three boys
I read of exoplanet waters

Wondrous strange this brave new world
Rockets in the sky

Poets aren't the only ones
Who know how to fly

Astronauts, discoveries!
Life before we die!