William Shakespeare Poem by cliff kawerani

Wondered I; if as well hinged on air
Intrigued attention-a pen to trust
Like a cobweb, words he latticed
Leased the whole universe of penning,
In poetry cooking as he excelled
At no cost shared his handpicked
Many years have died but as if yesterday

Still lives he; through top oeuvre
Hard to twig but like words of a toddler
A warrior who knew no sword but pen
Kinsmen: None wore the very forte
Evincing the greatness of the most high

Shakespeare-the bard of Avon
Possessed a heart-a talent to admire
Every talent is a piece of good fortune,
And it takes the keen to pinpoint,
Raise and promulgate.
Earlier this did he; now for the dynamic