Yorick Poem by gershon hepner

Yorick



Young Hamlet, somewhat sophomoric,
in Wittenberg, which he found dull,
caroused with a courtier named Yorick
until his head ached like a skull.

Years later he asked a gravedigger:
”Whose skull is this? ” When he was told:
”It’s Yorick’s! ” it helped him to figure
that everyone dies once he’s old.


(8/15/00)

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