Happy Birthday Will
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back
These are my favorite lines from Juliet's
speech that I'm learning for my own delight.
About 446 years ago, give or take a few days,
a man was born who wrote about beauty, love
death, lust, pain, revenge, hope, faith
and everything any human can experience.
He was an ordinary man with an
extraordinary ability to capture
all of life on paper.
To me, I call him Uncle Will. When I
read his words, I know he lived as
I did. I know there are days
he woke up like me full of sunshine
and dreams; also, He had dark days
where his past weighed on his
heart deeply just like me.
As one of my friends said to me,
Shell, enough with the Shakespeare
already! For me, there can never be
enough Shakespeare. I'm happy to know
others feel the same as me.
Happy Birthday, Will.