Alive And All's Well Poem by Francie Lynch

Alive And All's Well



They say the Bard's been dead four hundred years,
But every time I attend the Stratford Festival,
He struts upon the stage,
Fretting about our human condition,
Our foibles and grandness,
Like a caring parent.
Dead four hundred years?
Don't believe it for a second.

Monday, April 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: caring,death,parents,poets
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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