Remember

To become immortal

I want something left behind
A small piece of my mind
I don't want to be just a man
Through writing i'll change this plan

My rhymes are truthful
I find it to be crucial.
Connect with your audience
Share your experience

I have no fears
And will shed no tears
But in time i'll be dead and rotten
Lying alone in this coffin
My body long forgotten.

My energy will always be alive
Throughout the ages I'll survive
By my words read aloud
This is where I'll be found

No writer truly dies
By your words you stay alive
This is our greatest prize.

Reviews

[Gee]

Only if preserved by others. I have no doubts that my words will , as jam, be spread thinly, consumed, hopefully enjoyed briefly but forgotten very quickly

[Lykos]

Yes, but online everything is kept alive. That's a cool way to explain it.

[Hebe]

So true ... if nothing else our writing will be left behind !

[Lykos]

That's it, exactly.