For All Eternity Poem by Francie Lynch

My words are hard to handle;
They shift and shape in time.
It's cool to be rad,
To chill and veg sublime.

Some just reach and grab the crotch,
And twerk while in their undies;
Majorettes smile in knee high boots,
Flirting with the lenses.

Some other words come easily;
The ones used every day.
Texting's being phased out
With a smiling yellow face.

I have fewer words today;
This makes life hard for me;
The many times I write Love
Is nearing Eternity.

Yet isn't this all I need-
That one Eternal chord;
Love is love forever,
Never ending as the Word.