When my heart beats no more
I hope to die for a believe i lived for
For i feel the shadow's depth
Pricking it's thorn upon my raw flesh
When my soul is laid to rest
I want to be known for the pen
I have solemnly worked for
To call for respect
In the years i have spent
Even if i walk no more on the road
I hope my work continues to grow
In the darkness of tiresomeness
I write this wholesome of preparedness
To sleep in peace of death as it nears
Everlasting work. Everlasting reputation. Something to live and die for. Dream and live for it.
Everlasting work. Everlasting reputation. Something to live and die for. Have a dream and live for it.
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the poem is a sonnet