an almost accidental gathering of poets
 
   
 
 
Howard Moss
 (1976)
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer´s Day?
Who says you´re like one of those dog days?
You´re nicer. And better.
Even in May, the weather can be grey,
And a summer sub-let doesn´t last forever.
Sometimes the sun´s too hot;
Sometimes it is not.
Who can stay young forever?
People break their necks or just drop dead!
But you? Never!
If there´s just one condensed reader left
Who can figure out on the abridged alphabet,
After you´re dead and gone,
In this poem you´ll live on.
   
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