A Name. - Poem by Bernard Shaw
Shakespeare once wrote what is in a name,
Was he I wonder thinking of everlasting fame?
A man of words, beautiful to the ear,
His, an eloquence for all to hear.
Tales of Kings and royal Queens,
Even of commoners and bawdy scenes.
A man blessed with the gift and might of the pen,
His stories are filled with deeds of daring men.
Tales of love, Intrigue and yes death.
Leave us gasping or holding our breath.
He wrote of the beauty of a single rose.
That smelled so sweet when held to the nose.
He wrote about the rich and the poor,
None of his works was ever a bore.
So now I ask what is in a name,
Certainly for Shakespeare it brought great fame.
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