Immortal Poem by Frank Halliwell

The body is impermanent, its life but meagre years,
And life itself irresolute, and filled with strife and tears,
And few of us live long enough to capture worldly fame.
We live our short allotted time, and leave the world the same.

If you would be immortal then, as most of us would be,
Then take a story of to-day, and work to set it free.
Polish it with precise meter, with perfection in each line,
And bejewel with depth of feeling, till the story line's sublime.

Let it climb forever skyward on the thermals of its rhyme,
Let it soar and dive and dazzle with the cadence keeping time,
And the world will judge your story as it rises on its flight
If you would b immortal then, take up thy quill and write!