# 14 - Much Ado About Something

I'll try to live a little while I can
still sing the songs ‒ those lays of silver tongue;
still walk the walk ‒ that two-step of the young
pretender (one who knows his stuff ‒ no 'wham
bam thank you ma'am' in these quotidian
affaires privées). I know that Spring has sprung
and Summer's summed and Fall's fall has begun.
A fiery and uncommon courtesan ‒
a Beatrice burning for her Benedict ‒
is what I want, is what I need, is what
will hide my heart from Winter’s icy tricks.
Yet othertimes, I know that there is naught
but simple Claudio within my soul ‒
I want a Hero ‒ but then don't we all?

RJT