In the Way of Shakespeare
Poem: With this poem I challenged myself in guile to his way. In his honor.
By Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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What weakness is there,
Such of flesh and man,
Binding both mind and meat,
To drag senses mad.
To drive sad a heart,
And leave regret as repose.
Of truth, the world lays bare,
Many a perfect feast,
To serve in plenitude of needs.
So what is left to man but to feed.
At everything at hands as can reach.
And thus a weakness seats,
Born of opulence and saturation.
Binding extremes of want and need,
Leaving an endless creed,
Devouring a spirit in plea,
To be free of such greed.
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Michael Gallegos
Hi, I'm a multimedia artist. Writing is one of my interests. Hope to enlighten, inspire, and at least entertain.
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