Shakespeare did not know that he was Shakespeare
But I know I have no posterity
Paper lacks the strength of canvas, I fear
My age and illness demands reality
Butt-kissing trips to NYC are done
Can’t subsidize their rent with workshop fees
Besides, rehearsals are no longer fun
I say the wrong thing and no longer please
But on the television screen last week
In the closing credits, I saw your name
Your art is purchased by the ones who seek
A timeless master who lives in the frame
You’ve earned a rest and an easier life
We’ll see to the fame, you go find a wife
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