William Shakespeare

describe yourself

Oh thou who art curious about my person, Pray let me describe myself with deep thought. Forsooth, I am but a mortal man, With flesh and bones, blood and heart wrought. Methinks I am not very tall nor small, And oft in jest I am called a wit. Though some say I am prone to doze off at thralls, And my beard grows in patches, bit by bit. My eyes, as blue as a summer sky, Have oft been known to twinkle bright. But if I were to let myself lie I'd say they're as deep as the ocean's might. My voice, oh my voice, a gentle sound, But when angered it can shake the ground. My laugh, though often mocked as odd, Can fill a room, even a mighty squad. I am not much of a sportsman, alas, But I do love to swim and take walks. And though I can't say I'm everlast, I do believe in living up to my talks. And so in closing, I must say, That though this description may seem quite tame, I am just a man, only flesh and clay, Trying to survive in this life's game.