Shall I compare thee to your brilliant self?
May your intelligence pray tell more lines?
When I see your books sitting on the shelf
It reminds me of your wonderful rhymes
Sometimes I recall your serious death
Whoever tries to discriminate your lines
I can only wish to follow your path
Would be committing some very evil crimes
I think that your poems have saved a life
That life is mine when I looked up your lines
It was cruel how you left your kids and wife
But I guess you loved the other at times
You were a great writer and composer
You have portraits but not even one poster