I think about my sweet parents, now old, <br />And myself, every day growing older, <br />Hoping to create a gentle and tender essence <br />That will survive when we part this existence, <br />Like Shakespeare’s sonnets written four hundred years ago <br />Still leaving a magical afterglow <br />For lovers and poets yet unborn.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shakespeare-s-sonnets/
