Come on, Ophelia,
Won’t you give me a smile
And tell me of troubles and woe?
Will you keep it too yourself
So only important people know?
Ophelia- I never lied
I just wasn’t the Dane you thought.
I changed the ending of the play
And hoped Shakespeare wouldn’t know
Because of the lines I couldn’t say.
So, Ophelia, feeling sorry
Wish to drown yourself in words,
None of which are spoken aloud
Because you hadn’t the courage to say them
Or maybe you’re just too proud.
Well, I’m sorry, Ophelia
If I let you down,
I do not think our double act would work
If you can not even lift up your head to speak,
Then how was I suppose to act back?
©Charlie F. Kane
28/5/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem