Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Poem: They Laugh Today
By Donovan Baldwin
They laugh today at love and such,
At starlit trails and trouble's end,
They mock we fools who dare to write,
Of honor, love, or just a friend.
Stevenson rests 'neath starry sky,
As stated in his epitaph.
That request made by a man today,
Would bring but a sophisticated laugh.
They've lost the taste for love today,
And, terror? That word they just don't know,
It's sad that "B" flicks on the boob tube,
Have made a mournful ghost of Mr. Poe.
Would Montague die for Capulet?
So sensitive, so sweet the pain...
Would Juliet chew on wads of gum,
If Shakespeare rose to write again?
At starlit trails and trouble's end,
They mock we fools who dare to write,
Of honor, love, or just a friend.
Stevenson rests 'neath starry sky,
As stated in his epitaph.
That request made by a man today,
Would bring but a sophisticated laugh.
They've lost the taste for love today,
And, terror? That word they just don't know,
It's sad that "B" flicks on the boob tube,
Have made a mournful ghost of Mr. Poe.
Would Montague die for Capulet?
So sensitive, so sweet the pain...
Would Juliet chew on wads of gum,
If Shakespeare rose to write again?
Labels: Capulet, donovan baldwin, Montague, Poe, poem, poetry, Shakespeare, Stevenson
