Born in the heart of England fair,
In Stratford’s gentle, nurturing air,
A boy with dreams beyond his ken,
To weave tales of gods and men.

In London’s bustling, crowded streets,
He found the stage where passion meets,
With quill in hand, he penned the lore,
Of star-crossed loves and battles’ roar.

His words like rivers, flowing free,
Explored the depths of humanity,
From laughter’s light to sorrow’s tear,
His voice still echoes, strong and clear.

Though centuries have come and gone,
His legacy continues on,
For in his lines, we still confide,
The timeless truths of life abide.