And All It Can Bestow Poem by Shaun Cronick

Oh you won't keep pace with him,
That poet's a tour de force.
Others have tried and failed,
They couldn't stay the course.

He'll write about anything,
Whatever catches his eye.
He'll just sit on a bench,
And watch the world go by.

He's not a critic's friend,
But he doesn't give a damn.
Knowing we privately admire him,
And publicly our words are sham.

He just won't quit or stop,
His imagination is so clever
And we secretly all agree,
His poetry will last forever.

His poetry is pure precision,
A well oiled poem machine.
With ideas fresh and revealing,
Keeping readers avid and keen.

What simply drives that man,
We all shall never know.
He just enjoys writing poetry,
And all it can bestow.

Dedicated to the memory and legacy of,
The Great Bard William Shakespeare.