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Shall I compare you to a Summers Day, Old Man.

This is one of my favourite poems and the first four lines are about my husband, I hasten to say he is not decrepit so the rest of the poem does not apply to him.


Shall I compare you to a Summers Day, Old Man

Mindful as the bright summer sky

Clear and insightful seeing all around

As only you can.

Body that creaks like blossom burdened trees

Bowed and bent and want to trembling in the breeze.

Voice croaking like the crows that settle in rows

Pecking and slicing at those below.

And as the evening light falls

You disperse with the wind

Drifting like smoke

No longer able to be

Awoke.