My brother, Shakespeare.A Poem by Jon BuckleyShakespeare was my brother, The more successful one. He'd woo hundreds of women, While I couldn't even woo one.
He spoke words like a king, Of two hundred years ago. Should I have been more like him? I guess I'll never know.
Shakespeare; I'm not a poet. Unlike you. Shakespeare; I can't write a sonnet. But don't treat me like a fool.
He could get straight to a lady's heart. Without breaking her skin. Only to be thrown out, With no chance of a way back in.
I've learnt a thing or two, From this "perfect" man's mistakes. I give my love to a woman, While he just begs and takes. © 2011 Jon Buckley |
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