If I should die
Think only this of me
And for ever I will live
Let me live past a hundred, two hundred..
Think only this of me
And for ever I will live
Let me live past a hundred, two hundred..
No, a thousand more a' over will do ..
Let me live past Methuselah..
My bones I know in time will rot in brittle..
My skin will wrinkle like scales on trout..
And for the tooth fairy, ..
My dignity intact she would be after..
My dignity intact she would be after..
My memory will be faint;..
A'd forgetfully insignificant,..
At times, it would seem to be..
At times, it would seem to be..
So I rather live without my old casing..
Let me live past a hundred..
Two hundred a' more to infinity..
A' d forever made immortal to be..
Let me live on t' lips, of t' young a' old alike..
A'd for every time I am in mention..
In deeds or name, in reference made..
As poet I do, for my name to be timeless
As poet I do, for my name to be timeless
Let me be alive again forever..
A thousand years after I am gone..
A'd my name in timeless made..
As long as you write, your words will keep you alive..a thousand years..maybe forever..Jae
ReplyDeleteIt's our words that may or may not last, and I think yours stand a very good chance of surviving.
ReplyDeletewonderful way to say it! live a thousand years and more in people's hearts :)
ReplyDeleteprofound, love the flow.
ReplyDeletedo join jingle poetry potluck tonight!