Or, Perhaps, to Live

Expect our bodies to die

but don’t explain the reason why.

Some things must remain unknown

our own experience has shown.

Expect our spirits to be

alive for an eternity.

We create rhythm and rhyme

to last until the end of time.

Unknown messages will be sent

about the time and where it went.

Our own time will come again

but nobodies’ time will remain.

Whoever writes a poem

will live as long as we know’em.

Walt Abbott 3-4-2012