Admiration of History

Shall I compare thee to your brilliant self? May your intelligence pray tell more lines? When I see your books sitting on the shelf It reminds me of your wonderful rhymes Sometimes I recall your serious death Whoever tries to discriminate your lines I can only wish to follow your path Would be committing some very evil crimes I think that your poems have saved a life That life is mine when I looked up your lines It was cruel how you left your kids and wife But I guess you loved the other at times You were a great writer and composer You have portraits but not even one poster