April Twenty-third

"April Twenty-third" He arrived on April twenty-third, a new born babe whose cry was heard. Yet little did the world know, to a master writer he would grow. The world would marvel at his plays, their range and depth would just amaze. First a sonnet, then a comedy, to be followed by a tragedy. From kings and queens to summer dreams, his topics covered many themes. Prolific words came from his quill, that yet inspire, and instill. His question posed for you and me, "Is it to be, or not to be"? We marvel at his vast outlay, the greatest writer of his day. At fifty-two, he last was heard, he left on April twenty-third.