Shakespeare at the Mall

Shakespeare_Droeshout_1623Dear Blog-folk, yes, I am a widow, and yes I have a non-verbal son, and yes we lost his father in the World Trade Center, and yes we’ve had more troubles since then. Please read my blogs FAQs. It’s the weekend. We needed some levity. Gotta run, but posting this. Sorry, Bill Shakespeare. Your copyright expired, as have you.
Remember your college lit here. Hamlet’s more famous soliloquy@ http://bit.ly/1DDmCtq

To write or not to write, that is the question.

Whether ’tis nobler in the blogs of the ‘net

to write and post on a daily basis

or to take off whilst son and I take walkscentral park walk mall-l from parks webpage

and by postponing live life. To live, to write —

No more — and in nature to say it’s done

This blog, and the thousand posted words

This blog can call for. Walk’s a refreshment

Filially much desired of. The park, the snow —-

The mall — with luck the sales: oy, there’s the rub,

For in that walk with son what bills may come

When I have put aside this blasted blog,

Bills leave my purse. There’s the aspect

that brings bankruptcy from so many walks,

The BOGO trick, the one-ounce taste,

The night as day, the massage chair,shopping-mall

The dress that looks great on the rack,

The warmth indoors and the cold

That frigid lots and snow-glazed cars give,

When we might stay warm in our own glowing kitchen

With a warm cuppa? Who would want to edit entries,

To okay comments and type endlessly needing caffeine,

But that the fear of spending money we don’t have,

Retirement, for whose accountsforeclosure1

No American prepares, boggles my mind,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus our eager anticipation of parambulation

Is put on pause by the winter’s snow banks

And kills our plans of fitness. —- Rest you all,

My friends who surf! —- Hot yoga some day,

Be all my sins remembered.

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To be, or not to be–that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

That makes calamity of so long life. ……..

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