09/01/2024
I have not written any poetry for a very long time (15 +years). I am laying sick in my bed and this just came to me. I was thinking of William Shakespear's play just to put my mind away from feeling like death warmed over. Well, here it is:
To see or not to see, this is the question,
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to view
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to close eyes amidst a sea of troubles.
To dream or not to dream, that is the wonder,
In sleep's embrace, what visions come to ponder.
The heartaches with a thousand natural shocks,
In slumber's hold, we face our deepest blocks.
To speak or not to speak, so is the query,
Should we voice our thoughts, in times so dreary?
To share our woes, the burdens we all carry,
Or silence keep, in halls of thought so airy.
To act or not to act, what is the challenge,
Faced with life's maze, a complex, twisting ballet.
To rise and play our part on fate's grand stage,
Or watch as life turns yet another page.
To love or not to love, this is my heart's cry,
To open up, under the vast, endless sky.
Embrace the joy, the pain, the sweet sorrow,
Or shield the heart, fearing the morrow.
I must be the change, that is the stride.
In the dance of time, where secrets hide.
To leap towards new horizons, bold and free,
Or stay anchored, in familiar sea.
