Upon the stage of life he played,
With quill in hand, his legacy laid,
From Stratford’s fields to London’s heart,
A timeless tale he did impart.

In taverns warm, by candlelight,
He penned his dreams through darkest night,
With every word, a world was born,
In prose and verse, our hearts adorn.

A lover’s sigh, a villain’s plot,
In every line, a truth was sought,
From Hamlet’s grief to Lear’s despair,
His human touch is always there.

Though time has passed and ages flown,
The seeds he sowed have fully grown,
In every script and every scene,
Shakespeare’s spirit remains serene.