Elizabethan Sonnet

Oh, Shakespeare, may your works forever charm
Attracting lovers through both time and space.
The ones that read your sonnets, arm in arm
And those that pepper writings with your lace.

Could some AI, a future distant still
Acquire your ability with words?
And generate, with its robotic quill
Words flying off the page like courting birds?

I can’t decide if we would laugh or cry
Would such a talent drive us to despair?
To find out a machine, we know not why
Can be your sole inheritor, your heir?

I do not know, but I do surely hope
if it comes close it's not a misanthrope

Author notes: Elizabethan sonnet https://allpoetry.com/contest/2783325-The-Purveyors-of-Medieval-Prosody---When-I-