From Stratford’s humble streets he rose,
A weaver of words, a teller of woes.
In London’s grand theaters, his tales came alive,
With characters that in our hearts still thrive.

A playwright, a poet, with a quill in hand,
He painted human nature, so we understand.
The tragic, the comic, and the in-between,
In every line, his genius is seen.

Through Hamlet’s sorrow and Juliet’s love,
His stories endure, like stars above.
A legacy carved in time’s endless scroll,
Shakespeare’s life, an eternal goal.

Though centuries have passed since his final bow,
His spirit lives on, even now.
In every stage, in every page,
The Bard of Avon remains the sage.