Will Shakespeare, therapist
If all your world's a stage, my dear,
Contrived words in scripted scenes
Voice and thought directed, my dear
Exit stage left, and follow your dreams
The lady doth protest, my dear
Maybe an unworthy cause
There before you, your future, my dear
Dominate your life, without pause
If music be your food, my dear
Allow lover's tunes to play
Object to pizzicato, my dear
Grasp the bow and sashay away
A Rose by any name, my dear
A joy, softly sweet perfumed
Beware those dagger'd thorns, my dear
You’ll be unbled, your life consumed
What glisters is not gold, my dear
False-loving smiles are uninvited
Behind closed doors, the truth, my dear,
Harsh words spoke, your essence blighted
A man can die but once, my dear
A woman shrinks at every jibe
Hitch up your skirt and flee, my dear
Away on the fast-ebbing tide
There are many more things, my dear
in heaven and earth, to witness.
Uniquely you, yourself, my dear
Find love, not its antithesis
Russell Jacklin
Thu 25th Jan 2024 18:33
Agree, thank you