I found your works today, Will, within our Library

They lay there, hushed and silent, as your obituary

Your writings, through the ages,pinned by a printer’s hook

Imprisoned in the pages of a little library book

At first my heart was trembling,my mind was filled with doubt.

The book was there for reference and I couldn’t let you out.

But as I sat, enthralling, in prose and poetry

I heard a thousand voices, declaring you were free.

You quoted, dear fellow,that, "All the World’s a stage " .

Now Hamlet and Othello hold every nation’s page

As long as players do their part, and tread the players’ boards

We’ll hear your measured heartbeat when the audience applauds

This book is just a guardian holding a famous name

Carrying all the writings that brought you glorious fame

Providing some reflection of Shakespeare’s memory

Stored in the warm protection of our Local Library.