To My Esteemed Brother, Cosmo Kramer,
Verily, good sir, dost thou now delight
In this new dawn, this renaissance so bright?
Thy jest did call for time to spin anew,
And lo, the fates have bent their course for you.
Dost thou rejoice, as painters brush the skies,
As poets craft new verses, bold and wise?
Doth laughter echo in the halls once still,
Where wit and mirth dost dance at thine own will?
Or doth the weight of wisdom press thee sore?
For he who wakes the past must tread before
The ghosts of folly, lessons left unlearned,
And fires that once were doused, now fierce returned.
Speak, brother, let me hear thy merry call,
Hast thou the world remade, or dost it pall?
For shouldst thou falter, know that I remain,
A hand to steady, shouldst thou call in pain.
Ever in the bonds of light and lore,
William Shakespeare