When you realize you’ll never seize the day,
Never have the right things to say,
Your judgments are always erroneous,
You’re not Hamlet, but Polonius.
When you know that even though all things end,
It doesn’t help your torments mend,
A dutiful advisor,
Who is none the wiser.
It must be so serene,
Never having thought you might have been-
“Neither a borrower nor lender be”;
I say, yet fear both apply to me.
“To thine own self be true”;
ah! I must have missed that cue-
And all do agree,
The plot does not demand my soliloquy.
Under all this weight so crushing,
How I wish I could feel nothing.
Of this at least I am certain:
My death will be veiled behind a curtain.
Hamlet is my favorite Shakespeare play, and I wanted to write from Polonius’POV