In Stratford’s gentle cradle, a bard was born,
With quill in hand and dreams unshorn,
He penned the tales of love and fate,
In words so rich, they resonate.

From humble roots to London’s stage,
He captured hearts, turned every page,
Through sonnets sweet and dramas grand,
He wove the magic, hand in hand.

A life of passion, art, and grace,
In every line, his soul we trace,
From Hamlet’s doubt to Juliet’s plight,
His spirit shines, a guiding light.

Now centuries past, his legacy thrives,
In every heart, his genius survives,
Though time may fade, his words endure,
A testament to art’s allure.