More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 19: The Poet
(Inspiration 8)

'Tis said good friends are like the stars that shine
Above the heads of those that fortune finds,
As thou art fortunate to have in thine
The stock of many friends of many kinds.
But for my humble stock, I have but one
To fill the waning measures of my time:
'Tis thee, my friend, my love, my regal son,
That breathes new life into my waning rhyme.
And though some other friends more worthy prove
Than me, thou grantest me the greatest share
To spend in teaching thee the art of love,
Of which I take to heart the greatest care.
       More worthy thee to take the throne of fame;
       For me to earn my keep, I'll spread thy name.

(To be continued...)

A/N: Okay, sorry for the REALLY long wait, but I've got a whole batch of sonnets up... This the the frist one... Enjoy!